by Heather Hart
She turned a pair of curious eyes on him. "What's the matter?"
It wasn't an image he wanted to share with her. It was the fear that had plagued him since they accepted this mission, and somehow the thought just wouldn't go away. But no way was he going to plant the thought in her mind.
"Nothing. I'm just tired, I suppose."
She wriggled out from under him, wrapping her long legs around his upright ones. "Anything I can do, sir? Suck you off, perhaps?"
He looked down at his spent cock and imagined her lips around him. There was an instant twitch, but it died when he thought of Alex again.
"No, not tonight. I think I just need something to eat, then need some sleep."
She sat up, crunching her tight abs, and put her hand on his arm. "Okay, if you're sure. May I get dressed?"
"Sure."
She slipped the dress back over her head, picked up her whiskey glass, and offered it to him. Dang. He must be really fucked up if he couldn't be aroused by someone as beautiful as Kassie was. He took the glass from her hand and drained it in a single swig, then fell back on the berth.
"Wanna sandwich?"
"Sure.”
She started messing about in the galley, and he stared u at the ceiling, thinking about what he'd discovered. She must have been reading his mind.
"So, what did you find out today?"
"A load of shit about his money. I hacked into his bank account and compared it to his travel patterns. He must do a lot of business here in Baltimore. The bulk of his deposits occur after he's been here. I also had a peek at his e-mail account and calendar, but he's rather crafty there. He doesn't leave much of a trail."
"So nothing really to help us?"
"There's an entry for today, duplicated for tomorrow. Might be something. Might be nothing."
"What is it?"
"Cranberry Wave."
"His favorite fruit juice?"
Robert managed a weak laugh. "Or the name of a boat."
"Ah."
"I had a stroll while you were out, but could see no boats with that name in the marina. But that doesn't mean anything."
"No, I guess not."
She dropped a plated cheese and tomato sandwich on his abs. He reached up to steady them, then pushed himself back to the end of the berth so he could eat comfortably.
"So what now?" she asked.
He put the sandwich down and picked up his cell phone. "Time to take things to the next level." He punched in a message:
Game for a little wife swapping?
He stared at the message for a second, his thumb hovering over the Send button. The message itself made him sick to his stomach, but then he thought of all the innocent women and men who just disappeared, and he steeled himself. He had a job to do. With a heartfelt sigh he hit Send. If he had to do it, might as well get it over with.
He dropped the phone on the bed and looked over to his half-eaten sandwich, but his appetite was gone. He should never have gotten into this with Kassie. She meant too much to him. It was not like he had a choice though; for a good submissive, she had a will of iron outside the bedroom.
Ping! He picked up the phone. The reply was from Alex.
Sure. Where and when?
Robert typed his response.
Tonight too soon?
The reply was instant.
My hotel room. Nine o'clock.
Shit. Well, it was done now. He was never going to say no.
We're looking forward to it. See you then.
After he sent the message, he dropped the phone on the bed and hoisted himself up. The job sucked, but the worst was to come. He had to tell Kassie. And though she'd know this was their plan from the get-go, he still hated to tell her. Not because he thought she'd be disgusted by the idea. Worse. He was afraid she might enjoy it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Swinging Sisters
Kassie let Robert dress her. She was naked and powdered, fresh from the shower. She would do her make up herself, but he wanted to choose clothes for her. She knew why. He was super possessive and controlling, and this next part of their mission was fucking with his head. She knew the signs. So she stood naked like an expectant queen, her arms extended while he attended to her.
First, her underwear. Interesting that he chose pure white, she thought. He held out her panties, and she stepped into them, and ever so lovingly he pulled them up over her thighs and hips, making sure they were seated comfortably. Then her stockings—these were also white, and he pulled up one after the other, staring up into her eyes like a devoted slave. He chose not to put on a bra, but slipped a long white silken dress over her head. The material outlined her naturally large breasts, and he brushed her nipple under the fabric, making it stand to attention. Lastly, he took a flat brush and worked her hair until it shined.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he said, nipping gentle kisses at her neck.
"Maybe you should put some clothes on yourself."
She laughed. He had been naked all the while. He still stared at her as he dressed himself.
"You look like a bride."
His voice was flat and sad, and her heart ached for him. She ran her fingers through his hair and drank in his cologne.
"I love you," she whispered softly, brushing her cheek against his.
"Don't do anything you don't want to," he said. "It won't take you out of character. They'll just assume it's not for you."
"Okay. I'll remember that."
He remained quiet and thoughtful as they strolled over to the hotel. She had never seen him like this, and it brought out all of her maternal instincts. Her heart yearned to smother him in kisses, to tell him it would be okay. She could protect herself just as well as he could, if it came to it. But she wasn't angry with him; she liked that he cared.
The hotel lobby was full of tourists bustling about with busy nothings. Like cold ghosts, they passed through the throng, heading straight for the elevator. She pressed the button, and they waited, neither looking at the other, neither speaking a word. When at last the doors opened a woman with a pushchair struggled to get out, so Robert stepped in to assist her. Kassie noticed that he stared at the baby longer than usual, which was odd because he always detested children, but then this one was a cute little thing.
Once the car was empty, Kassie and four others joined him for the journey up. The elevator stopped on each and every floor, exacerbating his anxiety. And then, at last, they were clear, continuing the final ascent alone. When the doors slid open he turned to her one last time.
"Remember, whatever happens, I love you."
"I know. You've said already."
Apparently he objected to the jovial tone of her voice. "I'm being serious, Kassie. It's only you."
Did he plan to fuck Shez? Was that it? She tried to picture the two of them together, then banished the thought because it made her sick to the core. She was the one being offered in sacrifice. Not him. Shez had been his way in; there was nothing more she could offer them now, so what the fuck?
Whatever, it was too late now. As they walked toward the suite, he let go of her hand and flexed his fingers. She wished she knew what that meant.
Alex stood in the open doorway in khaki slacks and a dusky pink Polo shirt. He had a martini glass in his hand, and he beamed to see them both out in the hallway. "Come on in, come in."
Robert's smile was faultless as he ushered her in before him. "Hello, Alex. How are you tonight?"
"Good, good.”
“How are the boat repairs coming along? Any news?"
"All they tell me is that they're working on it. Milking me for every damned penny, I suppose. What can you do?"
Shez was lounging on the sofa like a goddess or a hungry lioness, Kassie couldn't decide which. She too was sipping from a martini glass, and as Robert approached her to say hello, she slithered off the sofa and took his hand.
"How lovely to see you again, Robert. I confess I've been rather looking forward to it."
/> "As have I." He kissed the back of her hand, and Kassie's stomach flipped at the long, meaningful look he gave her. "You're looking lovely as ever."
Alex smiled at Kassie and led her away to the bar area. She braced herself. So this was it.
"So, my dear. What's your poison?"
She didn't feel like drinking at all. "I'll have a martini, too, if I may."
"And for Robert?"
"He'll have the same."
As he shook the cocktail shaker he paused to admire her outfit. "You're looking incredible this evening, if I may say so."
"Thank you."
She took the offered glass and sipped at the martini while Alex delivered the second to Robert. He returned quickly and picked up his own glass.
"You mix an excellent martini."
"Thank you."
A silence fell between them, and Kassie stirred her olive thoughtfully.
"If you don't mind me saying, you seem a little nervous," Alex said.
"Do I?"
"A tad. Am I that intimidating?"
"A tad."
He chuckled. "I thought I was a pussycat."
It was not a description she would have used. Reptile? Snake? Abuser of the innocent?
"Maybe you are. I don't know you that well."
She walked to the window and looked at the marina. It looked so different by night; it was like the whole area took on a different personality. More dangerous, perhaps. Or maybe that was just a reflection of how she felt. Alex came to join her.
"Beautiful, isn't it."
"Yes."
"You know it wasn't always this way. At one time it was a pretty nasty place to be. Crime, drugs, you name it. But they cleared it all up, and look at it now. The transformation was amazing."
On the surface. "I see. Well, it’s lovely now."
"As are you."
He reached up and put his hand on her neck, cupping her chin. Instinctively she looked over to Robert. He was looking the other way, chatting quietly to Shez. They looked friendly, but not as intimate yet. She froze.
"Relax, Kassie. Nothing's going to happen if you don't want it to." He pinched her cheek affectionately and took a sip of his drink before looking her up and down. "Robert tells me you're new to this lifestyle. It's perfectly natural to be nervous."
Oh, he did, did he? "Yes. Yes, I am."
"Well, that's only natural.
He put his hand on her shoulder and freely admired her breasts. She turned, pretending to admire the view out the window when, in fact, her heart was racing.
"Kassie, take off your dress."
It wasn't Alex's voice. It was Robert's. Surprised, she turned to see all three of them standing behind her, apparently admiring a completely different view.
She stopped breathing entirely. In that instant, she cast off Kassie, the strong, independent woman who worked as a spy, and became Kassie, the submissive, the girl turned on by her master's bidding. Not even Superman could change personas so quickly. Funny how being ordered to do what she must made it that much easier to do it. She put her glass down on the bar and then slowly lifted her dress over her head.
And there she was, topless, dressed only in the white panties and stockings Robert had dressed her in just a little while earlier. Her breasts rose and fell quickly as the adrenaline pulsated through her body. All three of them were before her, admiring her body. Even Shez had the fire of desire in her eyes.
Alex was transfixed, and she expected him to step forward to claim his prize, but instead he turned to Shez and took the glass from her hand.
"My love, it seems rude not to reciprocate such a generous gesture. Please, take off your dress for the benefit of our guests."
Without blinking, Shez did so. Hers was a button dress, and she popped each button, one by one, revealing the perfectly toned body concealed inside. Like Kassie, she had not worn a bra, but stood proudly before them all in her panties and stockings.
"Take our guest into the bedroom."
Shez extended her hand. So was this it? Kassie had never been with a woman before and her heart beat so hard that the others should have heard it. She followed the woman into the bedroom, her body stiff with uncertainty. The two men came in behind them and sat down on a couple of soft chairs in the corner of the room.
"Don't mind them," cooed Shez. "Focus on me."
She put her hand around Kassie's neck and stroked up into her hairline. She was so close to her their breasts touched, and the contact sent electric shocks along her entire frame. Skilled hands swooped down, caressing her neck and landing on her shoulders. Shez pulled her close, and a moment later her lips were on hers, drinking merrily from the cup of pleasure.
Kassie's first reaction was surprise, not from the kiss itself, but how, with her eyes closed, it was no different from the kiss of a man. Shez's skilled tongue was gentle, enticing, and without pressure. It was enjoyment without purpose, a kiss for the sake of a kiss, not a prelude to something else. Kassie had never tasted anything sweeter. The door was opened, and she willingly passed through, her own hands on Shez's waist, then up to explore the swell of her breasts and brushing her thumb across those dark, large nipples.
A little gentle pressure brought her down onto the king-sized bed. The kissing was so pleasant that Kassie forgot herself and allowed Shez to climb on top of her as the two scooted up to the head of the bed. After a little more kissing, Shez's focus turned south, planting gentle butterfly kisses on her aroused nipples, then down and down towards her thighs. With impish eyes, the she-lover pulled down her panties, then came back up, planting more kisses along the inside of her legs. When those lips brushed her vulva, she gasped but opened herself wider to allow the sweet caresses her companion was determined to give.
She closed her eyes and caressed her lover's hair, enjoying every suck and swirl on her fleshy clitoris as she sank down and down into heavenly oblivion. In her heart she imagined it was Robert, that it was his lips that pleasured her now, his caresses that brought her to the brink of Paradise. How she loved his eyes, his mouth, every inch of his body. She was his to command, body and soul, and she delighted in bringing him pleasure, as she was pleasing him now.
As the spring of delight erupted in her, she cried out.
"Oh, God, Robert."
But it wasn't Robert standing naked over her now. It was Alex who hovered above her, his cock poised and rampant in his hand like a steel rod. He had taken off his clothes, and looked ready to mount her. In that moment there was no lie in her. Shocked by his presence she rolled away and almost fell off the side of the bed.
"No, no I can't," she cried. "Robert!"
In a flash Robert stood beside her.
"It's okay, love, it's okay."
He put his hands protectively around her and pulled her close. She gulped, regaining her composure, and turned her attention back to the bed. Whether Alex was disappointed or not, she couldn't say. Clearly he had no intention of wasting a perfectly good erection, for he had Shez slide off the bed, where she now was busy sucking him dry. His eyes were closed as he took his pleasure, but when he opened them again, they fixed on her. She felt like he was laughing at her, so she turned away, anxious to get out of this room.
"May I get dressed, sir?"
Robert brushed her cheek with the back of his knuckles. "Of course, my love." He led her from the room and picked her white dress up off the floor.
"Can we leave now?"
"If you wish, my love."
He didn't seem too upset by her actions. If anything, she would say he looked relieved. She dressed quickly, hoping her eyes expressed her desire to be gone. She was not disappointed.
"Come. Let's leave them to it."
She nodded and, checking that she was decent, followed him swiftly out the door.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Back on Board
"Fuck it, babes. I'm so sorry. I just lost it."
While Kassie threw her exasperated hands in the air, he poured her a glass of ice
wine and shoved it under her nose.
"Drink this. You'll feel better. And you did good tonight."
"What? Were you even in the same room? I completely blew it."
Robert poured himself a glass of the same and sipped thoughtfully. In his opinion the night had been a total success. He saw the way Alex had looked at Kassie, how he had drooled over her thrusting body and all but tried to jump on her when Shez was finished.
"Calm down, my love. You've tickled his fancy now, and he won't forget that performance any time soon, not if I know him."
"What use is that to anyone?"
"A lot, if our objective is to safeguard the innocent and do our bit for continuing democracy."
"Huh."
He sat down beside her and put the glass on his knee. "Look—perhaps it's better this way. Whetting his appetite might get us further than going all in. You know how shallow men are. We go the extra mile to obtain things we can't get so easily, and toss away those things we already have. He will be wild for you now. He will do anything for you."
She snorted. "I think that's a bit of an exaggeration, don't you?"
Frustrated, she put down her drink and pulled her dress off over her head. A minute later she was naked. She turned on the shower and sat on the toilet while the water heated. While Kassie showered, Robert kicked off his shoes, finished his drink, then fell back on the bed.
Kassie would hate him if she thought he'd actually hoped for this. Alex was such a typical alpha male; he was laughably predictable about some things. But it was hard, hard using the woman he loved, no matter how great the purpose. He recalled with a slight smile how she'd shied away from Alex. He could have kissed her for that. It cut him to the core knowing he might have to share her. If only there had been someone else to put in her place, but the truth was, there was no woman alive with both the training and the qualities needed to perform this job. What was the expression? For the greater good? Maybe. Perhaps.
Ping!
It was Kassie's phone. Idly, he picked it up from beside the berth and saw she had a new message. From Alex. The very name sent an arrow through his heart. While Kassie showered, he took the phone and climbed to the main deck. It was a beautifully calm evening with barely a ripple on the water. Over dockside, the tourists were still going about their business, late night revelers laughing, joking, and generally having a good time. It was all innocent enough. He looked down to the phone in his hand. How he ached to put in the password, open the message and erase it. She would never know. He could up anchor, turn the boat's nose to the ocean, and in a little while they could be coasting down calm waters towards Annapolis, leaving Alex and Shez to sail their merry way up to the north to Maine. Over. Done. How easy it would be to just sail away.