Secretly (7 page)

I had just opened my mouth to consume his manly monument to manhood, when there was a loud knocking on the door, followed by my husband's voice ringing in my ear. “Honey, we really have to go, so could you hurry up and finish what you're doing in there.” We both looked at each other, smiled as he took my head in his hands and gently gagged me on his inches.

I was able to force myself off of him for a moment “I’ll be right out, I'm just finishing fixing my makeup.” I just lied to my husband, but as Richard’s cock slip back into my mouth, I really didn't care about anything besides giving him the kind of pleasure that he had just given me. This was the most sexually adventurous thing that ever done in my life, and I was putting all the effort into making him lose his load as quickly as possible.

To make that happen, I was playing with his balls, and humming a tune along his entire shaft, giving him the vibrations that were slowly turning him into a jabbering idiot. He was trying to say something, but it was coming out nonsensical, almost as if I had overloaded his brain with pleasurable stimulation. I could feel that he was getting close, and knew from past experience that he loved to have his cock head sucked in and out of my mouth like a vacuum.

When I did that, I looked up to see that his mouth had turned into a permanent O, with his eyes staring down at me, as he jerked and humped against my mouth. The floodgates opened up, and I was soon inundated with his hot cream, and it was the perfect complement to the breakfast that I had just had. He blasted forward, moaning while gripping my hair with both hands, as he continued to drown me in that wonderful substance that I couldn't get enough of.

Pulling away, I found myself wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and then going back out to the sink to make sure that my makeup was properly addressed. That whole escapade had made my mascara run, and I had to make some last minute fixes, before looking back at him and shaking my head in disbelief. He was played out, with his body splayed out on the toilet seat, with his head back and his chest rising and falling with each breath.

“I hope that will satiate you for the time being, because I don't think I will be seeing you again.” I've already said that last night after two times of marathon sex, and yet here I was getting orally satisfied by him and then doing the same thing back in return. Like I said, I was putty in his hands, and he could practically ask me to do anything and I would do it without hesitation. “We have to talk, but not here.” He raised his head, looked at me and I knew exactly what he was going to say before he said it.

“Come to my room, and I'll have room service send us up something interesting for an aphrodisiac.” It wasn't like I wanted to go against my marriage, but I knew that I was going to go to his room tonight, because my body was craving another taste of what he had to offer. “We could talk, but I don't think that's what you really want to do.” I couldn't take anymore of this, instead of making my big announcement about what I had seen on my husband's computer, I had taken what he had given me, and walked out of there with a smile that I just couldn't get rid of.

Michael was sitting at the table drumming his fingers along the surface, looking at his watch and impatiently waiting for me to return. “My god, you women do take a very long time in the bathroom, but I can't deny that you look beautiful.” He was never a man with a lack for words, and it was amazing to me that he could still find a way to play with my vanity. “Let’s get this party on the road, but we have to be back before 4 PM, because I have a meeting that I can't miss. It shouldn't take me more than a few minutes, and then I am all yours for the rest of the evening.” If he only knew that I was intending to step out on him later that night, I was almost sure that he would not only be mad, but would probably take some drastic action against my new lover.

As we took in the sights, I had the feeling that he was intentionally trying to keep me busy, and every so often I would see a black car that was everywhere we were. It was possible that he had surveillance on himself, as this was supposed to be primarily a business venture, and just another assignment that he was sent to complete. “You know, I can't remember the last time that we did something like this, and I really have missed doing these things with you Selena.” I used to feel the same way, but things had really changed over the last few hours, and the love that I used to feel for him was now being projected onto another.

“It’s not my fault, I always plan for these things, but you always find a way to ruin it with business.” I didn't mean to try and cause a fight, but something inside me must've snapped, and I was now saying everything that I wanted to say in one complete burst. “I don't know why you suggested that I come over here and join you, when you weren't even available until this morning. You are always doing this, and I think that it might be time to reevaluate where we are going in this relationship. If you truly want to work this out, there is a therapist back in the states that I want us to see together.” I've already mentioned this a couple of times, and he had waved it off like he had better things to do than to sit down with some person that didn't know us.

“Man, do you have to bring this stuff up now, or can we just enjoy ourselves and stop thinking about ways to make my life more miserable. Every time that you bring this stuff up, I cringe just a little, because I have no desire to have my heart ripped out of my chest and placed on the therapist’s desk. Please, don't talk about this anymore, because you know what my answer is going to be every single time. In fact, I think that you are purposely trying to make me angry and you're doing a damn good job.” I had ruffled his feathers, and for some reason I was finding his emotional outburst something that I was looking for.

Each time that we had talked about anything, he was so detached and unemotional that I almost thought that he was some kind of robot instead of a real man. This was the first time that he has shown any kind of feelings, besides the fake ones that he had learned in his training with the CIA. This was something real, and at least it was something that I could work with.

“I didn't mean to make you mad, but I have to say that this is a very good beginning. You always keep these things bottled up, and that is not good for anybody. At least now you are showing some real feelings, and if you want to cry, I am here for you.” His head snapped around, grabbed me by my hair and drew me close until we were eye to eye.

“Is this what you really wanted, because I really don't think that it is? You would be better served to leave me alone, or you might just see a side of me that I won't be able to take back.” Small bits of spittle flew from the corners of his mouth, and his teeth were grinding together, and I could actually feel my legs shaking from this frightening display. “I’m so sick of you women trying to talk about your feelings, when all we want is for you to shut up.” That wasn't what I wanted to hear, and then he walked away from me.

If he couldn't take the heat, then he may as well get out of the kitchen. I saw him hail a taxi, and then he was around the corner and out of sight. I didn't realize that I had stopped breathing, and then I let out one big breath as a way to show that he had truly affected me in a profound way. The laptop case was on the ground at my feet, and in his haste to split, he had left it behind. This was going to be my only chance to look at the contents, and if I didn't do it now, I would just lose my nerve altogether.

What he said really hurt me, and I wanted nothing more than to hurt him back and he had just given me the perfect way to do it. He would probably realize that he left his laptop and come back, and I didn't want to be here when he did.

The smell of freshly made pastries assaulted my old factory senses, and I followed them all the way to this little pastry shop a little ways away. A young Japanese man with an apron came out to take my order, and then he left me to my own devices. Looking around to see that Michael wasn't in the vicinity, I unzipped the laptop, hearing the metal teeth move around until it was completely open. My fingers were shaking, as I pulled it out and put the laptop in front of me, wondering if I still had the nerve to go through with this.

All I had to do was remember what he said to me, how hurtful he had been, even though I knew that he was only saying those things in the heat of the moment. Flipping open the case, I saw that there was a password-protecting the contents, and all I had to do was remember what his favorite pastime was, and then punch in NASCAR. It opened up on the first try, and I couldn't believe that he was still so predictable, even though he was in the spy trade.

My order came, and I took one bite and with it still in my teeth, I began to ceremoniously go through each file meticulously, taking my time and really trying to understand everything that I was seeing. It wasn't for a few minutes until I found Richard’s file, and I brought up the dossier to see that the reason that he was a person of interest was because he wasn't just a professor. He was also working with the SAS, which happened to be England's equivalent to the CIA. It said that he was working hand-in-hand with a handler, and someone that would give him his assignments.

From everything that I was reading, he was more into the linguistic side of things, using his skills as a translator to help each side get what they needed to bring down the bad guys. It didn't say anything about him being marked for death, so I had to take solace in that fact, although that still didn't explain why Michael had his photograph in his possession.

Another half-hour went by, and each time that I heard somebody walking by, I would close the laptop and look up hoping that it wasn't Michael who had tracked me down. Finally, I came to a file that was hidden amongst the rest, and as I began to read, all comprehension for what I was seeing was making me see Michael in a different way. As each page moved, more information that I didn't really want to know came to light. If all of this was true, then I had to get to Richard as soon as I could. This was a matter of life and death, and couldn't wait a single second longer.

I began walking back to the hotel, until I suddenly found myself running with the express purpose of warning Richard of the danger he was in. A black van screeched around the corner, with the side door sliding open, to reveal a man clad in black, holding a weapon that didn't look like he was just out for a Sunday stroll.

Bullets came towards me, and began to do this very unusual dance along the vehicles that were parked against the sidewalk. Ducking down, I could feel the heat of the bullets whizzing by my head, and the distinct sound of glass shattering beside me. Windowpanes of small shops began to explode, as I continued to race down the sidewalk with the van keeping perpendicular to my racing form. Pieces of glass rained down from everywhere at once, not to mention the spray of bullets that just didn't seem to want to end.

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw two men clad in black chasing after me, and I really did fear for my life. If it wasn't for the danger, I would have been very excited by the adrenaline rush shooting through my veins, but as it was, I was just trying to keep myself from being cut down in the prime of my life. They didn't even try to announce themselves, and was consciously trying to kill me with impunity. Why was this happening to me, and did it have anything to do with seeing the black car following me, or the man that I saw peering into the window of Richard’s suite?

I didn't know, and I really didn't have time to debate the issue, as these men were hell-bent on bringing me down one-way or the other. It wasn't like I was used to this kind of stuff, even though my husband had probably been on the receiving end of a life-and-death struggle on any given day. That didn't mean that I knew how to take care of myself, and I was just lucky that so far I was only getting injured by flying glass that was embedding itself in my skin.

Sparks came off the pavement, and I had to get off the street and someplace that they couldn't find me. There were a lot of people screaming, ducking out of the way and shielding their kids from the bullets that were flying everywhere.