top of his body. Within minutes, they were both fast asleep. His last waking thought, an
uncomfortable one.
He didn·t know if he could let her go, once the weekend was over.
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Ś top playing games! Acting like you·re some kind of virgin innocent. I·ve seen the way you flounce around here,
purposely switching that ass in front of me. You want to be fucked.
Don·t worry, I·ll give you what you want. But first, I·ll eat this sweet cunt, make you feel real good before I stuff my dick in your mouth and let you suck me.
Stop fighting and let me in.
Let me in, damn it!µ Although his voice was low, it held a distinct nasal quality.
Sienna felt her thighs being parted, and struggled against hands that held her down, not allowing her to move.
Ńo,µ she moaned, tossing her head back and forth. Í don·t want this! I never asked for this! Please let me go!µ Sienna begged, crying out when she felt a warm, wet tongue lap
between the seam of her vagina.
In horror, she felt the stirrings of arousal, despite the humiliation of what he was doing
to her. She grew moist, her limbs grew shaky, and cream eased down her legs as she spread
for him, welcoming him, inviting him to take what he wanted from her.
He separated her vaginal lips, and with aching slowness, he ran his tongue over her clit, sucking and pulling the hard nub with his mouth, before releasing it.
´You like that, admit it, Sin.
Admit that you want what I·m giving you.µ Sienna felt the tears run freely down her face as she ground her pussy against him, moaning and whimpering.
He laughed a rough, satisfied laugh and opened her lips wider with two fingers. He
shoved his tongue deep inside her, spooning out her moisture.
He lifted her buttocks high in the air so that her ass was positioned directly in his face.
Using her cream he·d gathered from
her pussy, he laved the small puckered hole. Sienna
screamed.
´Hmmm, so good, so damn
good.µ
He licked her ass, giving it as much attention as he·d given her pussy, rimming her, until she felt as though she were coming apart. He inserted a thick finger inside her vagina at the
same time that he shoved his tongue deep into her ass; she bucked against him, crying out in
both shame and ecstasy as the orgasm swept through her.
´Please³µ
´Tell me you want it! Tell me!
Now! You want me, and only me«. Say it!µ he demanded, his voice was different, deeper, less nasal.
Sienna was suddenly consumed with wanton need, aching for him to finish what he
started.
Horrified at her reaction, Sienna renewed her struggles.
Ńo! I don·t want this! I don·t want you! I don·t, I don·t, I don·t, I«µ Her litany became a
piercing wail, a cry of pain, arousal, and shame when he continued to stroke into her until,
giving in, she came. Her release was harsh.
She felt the tears stain her cheeks as she accepted his final caresses.
Śin! Baby, wake up!µ The hands that once held her down now came to rest on her shoulders, shaking her strongly, forcing her eyes to slam open.
´Wha-what?µ she stammered, confused, caught between the dream/nightmare and
consciousness, her
skin tight and itchy,
hypersensitive and aching.
´You were having a nightmare.
Damn, I·m sorry. I shouldn·t have done that to you. I thought you would wake up and enjoy it«.
Goddamn, baby, I·m so sorry.µ
Mac looked down in to her eyes, his own
filled with apology. He gathered her into the warm shelter of his arms, without another word.
Grabbing at his shoulders, clutching him, she helplessly returned his hug and allowed the pent-up
emotions from her dream free rein.
She cried hard and long³deep, aching tears flowed. Cried for what happened in the dream, cried
because her life was a mess, and mostly cried from self-loathing.
She was no better than what she·d been told she was, from the time she was little more than an
adolescent.
She was nothing more than a whore.
Mac ran his hands over her hair, down the length of her back, clutching her body to his, and waited
for her to calm down. He felt like shit. Complete and utter shit.
When he·d woken, she·d been sound asleep, resting peacefully next to him, her beautiful face bathed
in the bright sunlight that had broken. She looked so beautiful, lying close to him, that despite their earlymorning
intense session in the shower, he·d grown hard in moments.
Easing his body down hers, he·d parted her legs. His dick grew hard as he simply looked at the soft
nest of curls guarding her sweet entry.
Crouching between her thighs, he·d run his fingertips over the soft curls and laid a soft kiss at her
center. When she·d stirred, moving her thighs to the side, he took advantage of her,
spreading her legs
wide. He covered her mound with his mouth.
She·d begun to moan,
murmuring in her sleep as he·d started to lick her. Soon he·d felt her
excitement grow; even in sleep she was receptive to him. Within seconds, her dew covered his mouth as
he greedily feasted on her.
He·d then lifted her sweet bottom high in the air; her small, puckered hole beckoned him to taste it,
to swirl his tongue around its perfect circumference.
Mac had given in to the
temptation and played both ends of her, laving her hole while plunging his
fingers deep inside her warm well.
She·d cried out in pleasure, begging him to keep loving her.
Mac had gotten caught up in the pleasure
of pleasuring her³so much so, he·d become demanding.
Thoughts of her letting another do this to her
ripped through his mind, the image burning his retinas.
In anger, he·d demanded she acknowledge he was the only one she·d allow to make love to her.
He wanted to be the one, the only one, to bring her to shattering release.
She·d cried out, demanding that he stop, but he·d been unable.
He·d held her thighs, forcing them to
stay widespread, until she·d completed her orgasm.
He·d come to his senses when he raised his body, only to see tears falling down her cheeks, eyes
closed, chest heaving.
He·d realized that she was asleep, and having a horrible nightmare.
She eased out of his embrace, turning her face away.
Ńo, don·t turn away. Please.µ
She turned back to face him.
Uncertainty and some other unrecognizable emotion shone brightly in
his eyes.
Í didn·t know. I thought you were awake. Had I known³µ
Ít·s okay. Forget about it.µ
´What happened in the dream?
Were you being hurt?µ he asked, uncertain. He saw the shaking tremors that continued to rack her body, although she·d moved away.
Ít was nothing. Just a dream.µ
She forced a grimace of a smile to stretch across her mouth.
Í thought you were enjoying it, Sin. I thought you were awake.
You seemed to be³µ He
stopped, not
sure what to say.
Í know.µ
´You can talk to me³µ
Ŕeally, just forget about it.
Please,µ she pleaded, her face tense, the determined smile still in place.
´Fine,µ he agreed.
She turned to lie down, facing away from him, and Mac eased his body be
hind hers.
He pulled her close, expecting her to rebuff him. She didn·t.
Instead, she snuggled her body back
even closer, her hands coming to rest on top of his, placed around her waist.
Mac took a deep breath and exhaled. The puzzle of who Sin was, heavy on his mind.
Sienna listened as his breaths eventually evened out, signaling that he·d fallen asleep.
He was right. She had taken pleasure in what he had been doing to her. So much so, that even in her
dreams, he·d made her come.
The thing that filled her with the most shame was that she didn·t know to whom she·d been
responding: Mac or the man in her dreams³the faceless man who represented the many
who·d used her,
mentally and physically.
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´H oney, I need to go downstairs and do some paperwork, make a few calls. I brought your purse upstairs, in case you needed anything.µ
Sienna was awakened from a deep sleep when Mac·s deep, scratchy voice murmured near her ear.
She stretched her back and yawned, raising her body from the comfortable mattress.
Ńo, don·t get up. You rest. I·ll be back up, soon.µ He kissed her forehead and she smiled
sleepily,
mumbled an incoherent assent, and lay back against the soft down pillows covering the bed.
The bed
dipped when he left and she hugged her pillow tightly, closing her eyes.
She·d only had her eyes closed for a minute; then she heard an insistent beep. She tried to ignore it
and keep sleeping, but she realized it was her cell phone.
Struggling against the hold of sleep, she forced herself to consciousness. Untangling her body from
the satin sheets, she leaned over to the side of the bed where Mac had placed her
purse.
Fumbling with its snap, she finally reached her phone and flipped it open. She saw the small textmessage
icon and pressed the envelope to retrieve the message.
Squinting her eyes, she read it.
Small goose bumps peppered her arms after she read the single sentence: Have you checked on
Jacob today?
Nerveless fingers dropped the phone. Sienna jumped from the bed and frantically pulled on her clothes.
Í need you to stay away for the next day.µ
Mac held the phone propped against his shoulder and ear. He leafed through a string of documents,
until he located the one he wanted. He straddled the
armchair in the room he used as an office in his
temporary lodgings.
Śtay away from the strip club?µ
Mac heard his voice echo back, and knew his partner had him on speaker.
´The town house,µ Mac
answered as he read over the report he had faxed. In disgust, he tossed it to
the side when the information wasn·t what he needed.
He stood and walked over to the refrigerator. He scrounged inside, taking out cold cuts and salad
fixings, wanting to have
something for Sin to eat when she woke.
´You paying to put me up
elsewhere?µ
´What·s wrong with your current digs? Trouble in paradise?µ Mac heard two distinct feminine voices in
the background, Tawny and Tanya, the two women who·d followed him to DC, calling out for Kyle to get off
the phone and come back and play. Kyle spoke directly into the phone, taking him off speaker.
Í·m cool. What·s up with you?
Any reason why I can·t come back to the town house?µ
Í·ve got company.µ
Óh yeah? Who? That stripper from the club?µ
´Her name is³µ Mac stopped, embarrassed that he didn·t know Sin·s real name.
´Damn, man, I was just
bullshitting. You·ve really got the stripper³wait, you don·t know her name! I
don·t want to hear any more shit from you about me and my
lovers. At least, I get their names before we
fuck!µ
Ścrew you³oh hell, don·t take that to heart. I don·t swing that way, dude.µ With a satisfied grunt,
Mac located the mayonnaise in the far corner, in the back of the refrigerator. He un-screwed the lid, sniffed
the contents, making sure it wasn·t rank.
´Hell, even if you did, I prefer my threesomes to involve a couple of sets of nice, big, soft tits and curvy asses, not dicks, balls, and rough skin.µ
Í haven·t had any complaints about my dick, balls, or skin, last time I checked.µ
Ĺet·s just say, you·re as safe from my charms as I am from yours. Too bad for you, you·ll never get
to sample my sweet chocolate delight.µ Kyle laughed and Mac felt the side of his lips curl up in a half grin.
Í·ll take my chocolate with cream, minus the cum. Sin·s chocolate is more than sweet enough.µ
´Hmmm. Like that, is it?µ
´That and more. A hell of a lot more.µ In satisfaction, Mac recalled their morning
lovemaking session,
a session that had left them both exhausted, but well sated.
He·d woken, a second time that morning, and unlike the first time, he·d carefully woken her up, not
wanting a repeat of the last time. Slowly, languidly, he·d made love to her, catering to her every need,
stroking her entire body, from her beautiful face to her toes, and back. He·d paid careful attention to her
erogenous zones, like the bend of her knee. When he licked, caressed, and lightly nibbled that area, she
squirmed in delight and sighed in satisfaction at the same time.
He·d not asked her again about the dream, but he hadn·t
forgotten it. One of the reasons he·d gotten
up had been to call his partner and have him run a check on Sin.
´Did you come up with anything more on Marks?µ
Óther than he·s running some kind of side game with
Medeiros?µ
´Yeah, could your snitch get any more information?µ
Kyle had several informants he utilized whenever he needed information Mac couldn·t get.
Kyle had a
way about him, a charm, which Mac didn·t possess, nor had a clue in hell how to utilize even if he did, that
got them the information they needed.
He·d somehow found a small ínµ within Medeiros·s close inner circle and had ferreted small but useful
information. Mac was hoping he·d be able to find out the link between Marks and Medeiros.
Śtill working on that one. Give me more time. I·ll get it,µ he said. Although Kyle·s tone was light, Mac
knew that Kyle wouldn·t stop until he·d struck gold.
´Good enough. Oh, I also need you to see what you can come up with on her.µ
´The strip«Sin?µ Kyle asked.
Mac silently applauded his friend on catching himself before he referred
to her as the śtripperµ again.
´Yeah, anything you can pull up.µ
´Why can·t you? You have your laptop with you, don·t you?µ
Ćan·t,µ Mac said around a mouthful of food, chewing and swallowing down the bite of sandwich
before continuing. ´Don·t know how much time I have before she gets up. I need to run a check on Marks.µ
´We·ve done that. I doubt there·s anything new since the last time we looked. You searching for something in particular? A connection beyond employee and employer?µ
Mac scowled and put his
sandwich down on the plate, considering his partner·s question. He didn·t
want to believe there was a connection beyond business between Sin and Marks. He didn·t want to think
the way they·d made love hadn·t been different, special.
She couldn·t be in a relationship with the fucking club owner.
She couldn·t. He stalked out of the
kitchen, heading toward his computer in the den, when he heard the bedroom door open and close.
´Just see what you come up with, I need to go.µ
´Wait³how the hell am I
supposed to find anything on her, when you don·t even know her real
name?µ
´You·re an investigator,
investigate!µ At the sound of the curse on the other end of the phone line,
Mac grunted in satisfaction.
He turned toward the stairs, his smile grew wider when Sin descended. As he walked
toward her, his
smile slowly dropped when she drew nearer. He noticed the pinched set to her features.
´Babe, everything okay? What·s wro³µ
´Take me to the club,µ she interrupted, walking past him.
He dropped his hand to his side and
followed her.
´What do you mean? You·re staying for the weekend.µ
Ńo, I·m not. Please take me back now.µ She stood at the front door, arms crossed over her chest, her
face set. She·d turned her face to the side, not looking at him.
´What happened? Why do you want to leave?µ
Ĺook, it was cool, last night.
But I need to go. I made plans I forgot about.µ
Ít was cool?µ Mac·s eyes
narrowed, anger rose sharp, immediately, in response.
Í enjoyed it³µ
Śo glad I could provide
pleasure for you.µ
Mac now stood directly in front of her, less than a foot away. He saw the dark flush run over her cheeks. He reached out and grabbed one of her shoulders, turning her around to face him, forcing her to
look into his eyes.
´Plans? What plans? Your plans are with me.µ
Ńo! I said I have to go now.
Please, just take me back to the club so I can get my car.µ She shrugged his hand off her shoulder and cried out when he grasped her by the chin, forcing her to look at
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