HighonYou (8 page)

Crystal waited as patiently as she could. Her inner thighs
were soaked, proving the need for him was strong and another surge of wetness
dripped as he pulled her against him again. His cock pressed to her opening, so
close to where she needed him but not close enough to ease the pressure, to
ease the need.

Blake forced her legs wider, pushed her forward so her ass
was pointing up and toward him. He held her steady, kept her from falling. If
he let go, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from hitting her face on the
floor, but he wasn’t going to let go, wasn’t going to drop her. She knew that.

Blake positioned his cock at her opening and she tried to
move toward him but it was no use. He held her solidly, pulsing his cock just
barely inside her. Her pussy clenched, needing more.

Then in one long stroke, he filled her. Her entire body
tensed, ready for release and it wasn’t going to take much. He had her so damn
close to the edge. But Blake didn’t move. Just held his cock deep inside her,
filling her, but leaving her needing more at the same time.

“Please. More,” she begged. He liked to torment her just a
little too much.

“It’s not time to come yet.”

“Yes it is.” She needed him to take her over the edge,
needed release.

“No. You will wait until I tell you.”

“Okay.” She agreed, hoping it would make him move, get him
to pound his cock into her.

Finally he thrust into her hard and fast, over and over
again, increasing the pace steadily and the room started to go blurry.

“Oh my God, I need to come. Please.”

“Not yet.” He pounded into her again and again, fucking her
hard and fast, making the level of pleasure build higher and higher.

She couldn’t see straight, couldn’t focus on anything but
the pleasure about to explode and trying to keep it from happening before he
gave her permission.

“Now come.”

Blake thrust into her hard and held his cock deep as her
walls convulsed around him, her entire body tensed. This is what she needed,
what she had been waiting for. The pleasure surged through her.

Blake groaned with his release, thrusting a little deeper.
Her pussy clenched again and again until she thought she might pass out.

They both froze, enjoying the pleasure. Not that she had
much of an option to do anything else. She was tied up, completely incapable of
doing anything other than what he wanted her to do but that made the pleasure
even better. She didn’t have to think about what she should do next, what move
she should be making, all she had to do was enjoy the moment. It was completely
freeing. This submission thing could work out very well.

* * * * *

“Jeff, have the locations of any of the phones changed?”
Mason and the guy he chose to work with on this mission drove through a quiet,
upper-middle-class neighborhood not too far from downtown Miami.

Dan sat in the passenger seat, looking calm and confident.
He was one of the newer agents, top of his class and moving his way up the ladder
quickly, but most importantly Dan was a small-town guy and new to the area.
That made him less likely to be involved with the drug dealers, less likely to
be corrupt.

They were almost to their target, a detective of the Miami
police department who seemed to be the head of the police’s involvement in the
ring. The other two guys involved were a beat cop and a rookie with a gambling
debt, just a few months out of the academy. The fourth man was a detective too,
but Blake had shot him so they didn’t need to worry about that one. All the men
involved were born and raised in Miami.

“The rookie was on the move but I’ve located him in a liquor
store just a few blocks from his apartment. Frank and Jim have the info and
have made the appropriate adjustments.”

“Sounds good. Two minutes and we take these bastards down.”
They had to move quickly now that one of the cops involved had been shot. It
wouldn’t take long before they ditched the phones and became much more
cautious. He had to move quick, had to take down the guys they knew were
involved now before they found out his team was onto them.

“Yeah. Two minutes.” Jeff didn’t give any hint of emotion
and that gave Mason a bit of a creepy feeling. But the guy rarely acted human.
Jeff was almost as much of a robot as the computers he worked with but he was
one of the best. That’s why Mason put up with his lack of personality. You
didn’t need much personality to be good with computers.

The entire operation had been a secret until thirty minutes
ago, until Mason knew he had enough info to be able to find these guys and
that’s when a team had been formed.

Mason had three dirty cops in three different areas of town
to track and take down at the same time. He couldn’t do it all by himself,
couldn’t have any one of them being tipped off and running. Involving a small
team was the best option at this point.

Men who made a promise to serve and protect the community
and then used their badges to take advantage were the scum of the earth. They
were making an extra buck, all the while putting the public at risk. Men like
that didn’t deserve a life on the run, they deserved to be prosecuted to the
fullest extent of the law.

One minute now until go time. This was going to be a hell of
a major bust for the city of Miami.

Mason pulled into the detective’s driveway.

“Are you ready?” he asked Dan.

Dan nodded and with a seriousness that let Mason know he
understood the situation fully said, “Yep, let’s do this.”

Blake took the ropes off Crystal’s wrists and arms. He hated
having to untie her. Having her bound and ready to give her body to him was a
beautiful sight.

“Do they hurt?” He bent forward and kissed the red marks on
her wrists.

“Not really.” She slowly ran a finger across the marks left
by the ropes and then looked up at him with a little grin.

That grin was all he needed to see to know she was okay with
what they had done, to know she had liked it as much as he had, that she didn’t
have any regrets.

Crystal bent down, grabbed her clothes and started slipping them
back on. He hated seeing them go on, hated that this fantasy would soon come to
an end, wanted to keep her naked and tied up with him forever. He swallowed
hard at the thought. He had no right to that.

Just as she was sliding into her shorts Blake heard
footsteps outside, footsteps of someone trying to get up the stairs without
being noticed. The squeak of the metal on one of the steps near the top didn’t
allow whoever it was to approach in silence. Thank God.

“Get in the bathroom, shut the door and don’t make a sound.”
He whispered in her ear.

Crystal didn’t question him, didn’t make a peep as she moved
back into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Blake moved behind the motel room door and about five
seconds later it came flying open, two men burst into the room and it was
obvious they meant business.

He held his breath, waited for them to get all the way in
before he dared move. Blake aimed his pistol at the second guy. He needed to
have them both trapped before he made a move.
One more step. Come on
.

Damn bad luck anyway. But it wasn’t really bad luck. It was
well informed and persistent criminals who had somehow found them here.

The guys both focused on the closed bathroom door at the
back of the room, not expecting an ambush. Good.

Blake held his hand steady on the cold steel, waiting. They
were in far enough. Every muscle in his body tensed and then he pulled the
trigger.
Tap, tap.

The shots were right on. The second guy tumbled forward into
the other guy. Before the first man fell to the floor Blake aimed at the second
guy. The scraggly haired man glanced in Blake’s direction with a surprised
expression but it was too late for him to react.

Tap, tap
. Two more clean shots to the head and both
men were lying in a crumpled pile on the floor.

“Get out here, Crystal. We have to go,” Blake yelled and
quickly Crystal was out of the bathroom and standing right beside him. A
terrified look strained her face.

“Oh my God.” Her voice was almost a whimper. “How did they
find us?”

Blake was wondering the same damn thing.

“Do you have your cell phone with you?” he asked.

There shouldn’t be any way those men should have been able
to find them through the agency. He didn’t tell anyone, not even Mason. Someone
had to have tracked one of their cell phones or the drugs. That meant law
enforcement was probably involved and they were getting pretty damn aggressive
about it.

“I don’t know but we better get the hell out of here.”

Blake went to the corner and grabbed the backpack full of
drugs, ripped the tracking device off and threw it into the corner of the room.
Then he moved to the window, pulled the corner of the shade and scanned the
parking lot.

He didn’t see anyone out there but that didn’t mean there
wasn’t. Adrenaline pumped through his system and the overwhelming need to
protect Crystal kicked into overdrive. Every muscle in his body was tense,
ready for action, ready to fight.

If they only came with two men, whoever sent them still
didn’t know his background. Hopefully that was the case. Hopefully they didn’t
have any surprises waiting in the parking lot.

Crystal stared at him with the fear obvious in her eyes.
Hell, she had a right to be damn scared.

“Stay right behind me.” Blake cracked the door open and
glanced down the walkway in both directions. No sign of trouble. None he could
see anyway.

He moved out of the room, pistol clenched in both hands,
pointing at the ground, Crystal tucked in behind him.

They moved silently down the walkway. Crystal stuck close,
one hand on his waist. He could feel her presence, feel her bump into him a
little whenever he stopped abruptly and she moved silently.

Blake stayed close to the building, pressing Crystal to the
wall whenever he stopped to scan the area. They were to the stairs and his car
was at the bottom. Almost had it made.

He took the steps quickly. It was the riskiest area. No
protection from the building and open on all sides to the enemy. As they
sprinted down the steps there was no shooting, no sign of any more assailants.

“Get into the passenger side. Quick.” He didn’t need to add
the last part. She scurried around the car and jumped in, slammed the door
behind her faster than he was able to climb in and get his own door shut.

Blake cranked up the engine and tore out of the parking lot.
He opened his phone and dialed Mason’s number.

Crap. He didn’t answer. A couple rings and then it went to
voicemail.

“Hey. This is Blake. They found us at the motel so I’m going
off the grid, ditching the phones and the tracking device. I’ll contact you in
a couple days.” Blake gave Mason all the vital information and then chucked his
phone out the window.

“Give me your phone.”

She let out a long breath, probably knowing her phone was
going to meet the same fate his just had.

“Okay.” She dug into her purse and handed him the phone.

It was obvious that money was tight for her and he hated
having to toss something so valuable of hers but there was no other option. Her
safety depended on getting rid of it.

Blake tossed her phone into the median of the interstate and
then focused on driving, getting her the hell away from the danger.

* * * * *

Mason’s phone vibrated but he had to ignore it. If it was
something important to this mission Jeff’s voice would come through his
earpiece. They were moving into position, guns drawn, ready for action.

Whoever it was could leave a message or call him back in a
couple minutes. He couldn’t let this opportunity pass, everything was set up,
ready to go, and the longer time passed and more people knew about the
operation, the greater chance one or all of these guys had to get away. They
didn’t deserve freedom. He had to take them down.

Mason drew his gun and walked up the driveway of the
detective’s house while his partner Dan went around the back to catch him if he
tried to run.

The detective was going to prison.

The front door of his house was unlocked so Mason pushed it
open silently. Noises were coming from upstairs. Sex noises. The detective’s
wife was supposed to be at work. This could complicate things. Men willing to
throw their careers under the bus were usually willing to throw their wives
under the bus as well.

Mason went up the stairs, moved silently toward the sounds
and found the big, hairy bastard balls-deep in some blonde chick who had to be
twenty years younger than him. More than likely not his wife. The blonde’s eyes
got as big as saucers when she saw Mason aiming his gun at the detective.

“Freeze.” Mason yelled and the man stopped in his tracks.

“What the hell’s going on here? I’m a detective. There’s
nothing illegal happening here.” He was breathing hard from the short run,
almost wheezing.

“Get your pants on, Detective. You’re going to jail.”

“What? What for?” He acted surprised but his eyes told Mason
he knew exactly what was going on. He’d been caught and the fact he was
screwing some blonde bimbo who was not his wife at the time was going to be the
least of his worries.

Phase one was done. He just hoped the other groups’
takedowns went as smoothly as this one.

Blake drove out of the city of Miami as if his ass were on
fire and Crystal was pretty damn happy to be leaving. This was where the
trouble began and ended. Not that she had any illusions that the men trying to
kill her wouldn’t follow them anywhere they went. But hopefully getting rid of
the phones and tracking device on the drugs would keep that from happening.
Blake drove north along the coast for a few hours, stopped and got gas once and
paid with cash. The sun was starting to go down when Crystal read signs that
let her know they were near the Palm Coast area.

She didn’t say much, just watched out the window and waited
nervously to see what would happen next. She had no use for conversation, not
right now. Darkness of night and the twinkling of house lights and the little
towns they passed along the way brought a little bit of comfort, seemed safe
and normal in this completely crazy situation.

Blake pulled his car into the parking area of a hotel. The
lot was dark with only one streetlight on each end and it was filled with cars
but only a few people wandered around. She didn’t know whether to feel relief
or nervousness at the fact that he stopped the car. Driving had felt safe,
secure. Every time they stayed in one place for long, trouble found them.

Neither of them had cell phones that could be tracked and
Blake threw the tracking device out of the backpack but it didn’t stop the
tension she felt, didn’t stop the fear that gripped at her heart.

Blake climbed out of the car and threw the backpack with the
drugs into his trunk, grabbed the black duffel bag out and then walked around
to open her door.

“Let’s go for a little walk.” Blake grabbed her hand.

“And leave the drugs here?” All the drama around the stupid
stuff and now he wanted to leave it in the trunk?

“Yeah. That bag seems to be bringing a lot of bad luck. This
is a safe area, it’s locked in the hidden compartment and no one would suspect
anything of real value in this car. The people you got it from might have their
own tracking device embedded in with the drugs somewhere. No one has been
following us but I’m not taking any chances.”

Crystal nodded. It all made sense.

Blake took her hand and they walked a little way down the
road, onto the beach and down the sand until they came to another hotel with
significantly fewer cars in its lot. It was bigger, fancier and very quiet. All
the rooms had doors that opened up to a view of the ocean.

Blake pulled her against him but she could tell it was an
act. He didn’t kiss her, kept all his focus on the hotel as he rubbed his hand
up and down her back seductively. He was watching the hotel, watching the rooms
and doing it in a way that wouldn’t make anyone suspicious. Anyone who happened
to glance in their direction would see a couple out on a romantic walk by the
beach, not a couple of people hiding from criminals, fighting for their lives.

Even knowing that this was neither the time nor the place
for anything romantic, her core started to warm at his touch. Blake made her
feel safe, made her feel wanted.

It might just be for right now but right now was all that
really mattered. Being wanted was such a foreign feeling to her and it forced
her heart to warm a little, to rejoice in the feeling.

Her parents had made it obvious from the start that she was
a burden to them, that they never loved her, never wanted her but she got
through that just fine. A person didn’t need love, didn’t need any of the silly
emotions to survive in this world. But now that she knew how good it could
feel, the possibility of going back to not having him would make life hard.

She should have never given Blake her body and she sure as
hell shouldn’t be opening her heart to the man. He could hurt her. Even if it
wasn’t intentional, she had opened herself up to it.

Blake wasn’t the kind of guy who would try to hurt a woman.
Even in the short time she knew him he’d already proven that. He did the right
things for the right reasons. She just hoped like hell she wasn’t a mistake,
something he’d have to correct as soon as this ordeal was over. But that was
likely going to be the case.

“This looks like a safe place to spend the night.” His words
jolted her away from her negative thoughts.

The future of their relationship wasn’t something she needed
to worry about right now.

Blake led her to the fancy hotel, to a room on the bottom
floor at the end of the building and in the darkest area. “Keep your head down
just in case they have cameras.”

She did as he said, let her hair flop along both sides of
her face and kept her focus on the ground. Blake pulled a little machine out of
the bag, hooked a couple wires to the keypad on the door and pushed some
buttons. In a few seconds the red light on the door turned green.

“We’re breaking in?” Crystal followed Blake into the room
and he shut the door solidly behind them. She didn’t expect him to break into
the room, didn’t expect to see him do anything illegal.

“I prefer to think of it as borrowing the space but yeah. I
don’t know if either of our faces has been broadcasted after the shootings. We
can’t risk the front desk clerk recognizing us, can’t risk anyone knowing where
we are. If someone finds my car they’ll assume we are at that motel, they’ll be
watching that place. We should be safe here.”

It made sense and she sure as hell didn’t want to take any
risks.

“You know breaking and entering is illegal.” Crystal relaxed
enough to tease Blake.

He flopped down onto the bed and grunted a little upon
impact.

The room was dark but she could see the outline of his body
splayed out across the middle of the bed, a big flat screen TV sat on top of
one of the dressers and the room smelled clean. Much better than the last
motel.

“Sometimes you have to do things on the other side of the
law to survive.” The way he said the words gave them more meaning than simply
talking about breaking into the room.

“Do you mean me too?” She had to ask the question, had to
know if he understood she was only doing what she had to do in transporting the
drugs.

“Yeah. I mean you too. Everyone deserves a second chance.
You were doing what you thought you had to do.”

His words were a huge relief but just because he understood
her reasons didn’t mean he had any interest in continuing a relationship with
her. Her heart ached for him to feel the same way, to want the same things but
she knew there were no guarantees in life.

“What about when this is all over. Will I see you again?”
She didn’t know why she was being so needy, so forward but Crystal had to know
if once they found the bad guys and put them away, once Blake wasn’t stuck
protecting her, if he would want anything to do with her again. She couldn’t
give him any more of her body, any more of her heart without knowing his true
intentions. She was falling too hard too fast for the man. She had to stop it
now before it was too late.

“We’re going to find a way to be together. I’m falling for
you and I won’t just let that slip away. Life’s too short.” Blake climbed off
the bed and stood beside her, grabbing her hands in his and squeezing tightly.

“Good.” Her heart filled with warmth. It was what she needed
to hear, what she wanted him to say so damn badly. She needed to keep Blake for
as long as possible.

Crystal slid her body against his, molding herself to his
solid length, tilting her lips up for a kiss.

He grinned but then hesitated, letting her know he was the
one in charge. And hell, she didn’t care, because when he was in control it
felt damn good.

“What do you think about being tied up again?” he asked.

“I’d like that,” she purred, knowing exactly how good it was
going to feel.

Blake dug the rope out of his bag and slowly unraveled it. Her
eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the room and while she couldn’t see much
in the way of colors, she could see everything he was doing.

“This rope is turning out to be one of the best investments
I’ve ever made.” Blake grinned but then his eyes narrowed, focused on her.
“Take your clothes off for me. Nice and slow.”

She didn’t say anything but did as he said, first kicking
off her sandals then slipping her shorts down to the floor.

“Um-hmm.” The word was a low growl and sent heat straight to
her pussy.

Crystal continued with her shirt and then unclasped her bra,
setting her breasts free in the cool of the air-conditioned room. Blake’s eyes
remained on her the whole time. Watching. Wanting.

She pushed her panties to the floor and stood, letting him
take in every inch of her, loving the way his eyes narrowed with lust and
loving the way his breath hitched and being the cause of it.

Crystal didn’t move but her entire body tingled as she
waited for Blake’s next command.

“I want you to touch yourself, get your own cream on your
finger.”

A rush of wetness dampened her pussy at the words.

Crystal moved her hand down her stomach, pressed against the
front of her sex and then she dipped one finger into the heat and wetness of
her pussy. Her walls clenched around it, needing more, needing Blake’s cock in
there.

“Now take your finger out and circle your nipple, get it wet
so I can taste your sex when I suck on it.”

She did as he asked, rubbed the warm wetness around one
nipple and then dipped her finger in for more before she circled the other
nipple. The cool air of the room mingled with the heat from inside her and
caused both her nipples to tighten into stiff peaks.

Playing his games was a fun, sweet torment.

“Put your arms in front of you.”

She did as he said, put her hands together in front of her
belly, the action causing her breasts to squeeze together and push up.

“Very nice.”

Blake grinned and grasped both her wrists in one hand as he
moved his head down to suck on a nipple, licking lightly at first, circling it
and then sucking it hard into his mouth. The mixture of pleasure and pain had
her pussy throbbing for more.

He gave her other breast the same torment, lightly circling
and licking and sucking this one even harder, letting his teeth scrape against
it and the intense sensations were taking her right to the edge of orgasm.

“Blake…I need you,” Crystal moaned.

He chuckled, letting her know he wasn’t done with her yet,
letting her know he was in full control. “Patience.”

Blake grabbed the rope again and wrapped it around her
wrists, circling one and then the other until he had an intricate pattern. Then
he wrapped it around her back and to the front again and then finally tied the
rope.

“Is it too tight?”

She shook her head. It was snug but not painful.

“I don’t want it to hurt you, never want to hurt you. If I
ever do something you don’t like, you have to let me know. If you ever want me
to stop, we’ll have a code phrase.”

“You mean like red light?” she asked.

“Maybe something more creative.”

“Peanut butter,” she blurted out stupidly. Why the hell
would she say that? All her blood flow was obviously concentrated in the crotch
area.

“Peanut butter it is.” Blake grinned down at her, not
judging. “Anytime I do something you don’t like or something that is really hurting
you, say peanut butter and I’ll stop.”

His words made her a little nervous but more excited than
frightened. He wanted to dominate her but he also wanted to take care of her.

Blake stopped for a moment, making sure she understood what
he was saying. She got the communication but what she really needed was for him
to keep touching her, to fuck her hard and fast.

“I got it,” she assured him. “And I really need your cock.
Now.”

Her words were breathy, wanton but she couldn’t help
herself.

Blake put one hand behind her back and guided her down onto
the bed, laying her gently on the edge. Her legs draped over the side, feet
rested on the carpet and her arms were secured helplessly in front of her.

His jean-covered cock rubbed against her clit as he bent forward
to kiss her on the neck. Shocks of pleasure shot straight to her core.

He could leave her like this, walk away and cause even more
trouble for the woman caught smuggling cocaine into the country. They could add
breaking and entering and a few murders to her list of crimes and he could make
up some story to cover his ass. She was completely vulnerable but along with
that vulnerability came an intense satisfaction, a fulfillment that made it
worth the risk. She believed in Blake, trusted him and it felt good to have
that trust in another person.

He stood up and undressed. This time she let herself stare
at the rippling muscles of his arms and chest and stomach, lit only by the dim
streak of light coming in through a crack in the curtain. His cock was long and
hard and pointed at the ceiling as he rolled the condom slowly down the length
of it. The muscles in his thighs tensed and she couldn’t wait to feel the power
of them thrusting his dick into her.

Blake grabbed both her ankles in his hands, spread her legs
up and out and then placed them on his shoulders. The tip of his cock pulsed at
her opening.

“Oh God, Blake.” She arched her back, needing all of him
inside her but he resisted.

“If you don’t stop trying to take charge, I’m going to have
to spank you again.”

He said the words as a threat but they weren’t much of one
really.

He ran one hand down her leg, grabbed her hands and moved
them so they were covering her mound. “I want you to touch yourself while I
fuck you. Rub your clit.”

She looked up at him to see if he was serious and his eyes
told her he was.

Crystal circled her clit with one finger and her pussy
tensed, needing more, needing him.