Wallbanger (10 page)

She ignored it, pushed herself to standing,
dark eyes straight ahead. He caught every bit of the message.

“Next time I give you my help, you take it.
Understand?”

Defiant, she cracked her neck and
fingers.

“I asked you a question.”

Nostrils flared, Kizzie took in a breath so
slow the struggle against her own nature was plain. “Yes. I
understand. Sir.”

He studied her a moment before saying, “It’s
important for a sub to know what her Master likes, and every Master
is different. Some get off on power, some get off on humiliation,
others—”

“What do you get off on?” Kizzie interrupted,
adding a late and sugary, “
Siiiir
?”

Xander cuffed her nape with one hand, fingers
gripping taut muscles. “Obedience,” he said quietly. He tugged her
close and whispered in her ear, “I’ll let that slide since it’s
valid, but on the next offense, Kizzie, intentional or not, I
will
punish you again.”

They didn’t have time for this battle. As it
stood, he needed to do in hours what was usually learned in half a
year or more. Removing the clip securing her honey-streaked hair,
he dragged the long tresses over her shoulders, deciding to try a
different approach.

“Fall in, soldier,” he said, voice softening.
Cradling her face in his hands forced her to look up at him. “This
is just another training for another mission, okay? What I’m
teaching you now is critical to the success of that mission. You’re
still you in there—smart-mouthed, bull-headed, badass Kizzie
Baldwin—but on the outside I need you to be Gigi, my obedient,
adoring submissive.”

After a long pause she tried the name on.
“Gigi.”

Pleased, Xander released her and went on with
the instruction. “Sacha likes mental play, what you’d call a
mindfuck, especially the type that causes fear. His predilection is
for knives, daggers, razors—anything that cuts. That type of
edgeplay has its place, and when done properly it can heighten the
sensations. But Sacha
thrives
on fear and his intent is to
harm. Remember that.” Her brow knit. “You have a question?”

“Sir, yes…Sir. Uhhh…doesn’t that go against
the whole ‘safe, sane, and consensual’ battle cry?”

“Like I said, two different ethos. If his sub
is willing…” he trailed off. How could he ask her to do this?
Walking directly into the line of fire. And the possibility, no,
certainty
of—

She knows what she’s getting into
.

The mantra kept repeating like an earworm,
doing little to soothe his conscience. “Sacha prefers his subs
naked. Might as well get used to it.” Although practically bare
already, she didn’t make a move to disrobe. “You have a problem
being naked?”

“No, Sir.”

“You have a problem being naked in front of
me
, Princess?”

A series of emotions crossed her face before
she won the argument with herself and muttered, “Aww, hell. It’s
only skin.” Hands behind her, she unclasped her bra, pulled the
lacy material from her body. The panties followed and she stepped
out of them, stood stock-still.

Xander’s eyes were on her again; scanning the
bell of her breasts and the plum nipples beading under his
scrutiny; tracing the swell of her hips. When they reached her
shaved mound he stopped, watching so long she started fidgeting. He
could smell her arousal, the sweet scent enveloping his nostrils.
Her skin looked so soft, and he reached out to stroke his knuckles
over her belly; quickly raised his opposite arm to block the fist
coming toward his face. That attack prevented, he moved too slowly
to fully counter the second, getting grazed along the tip of his
chin.

Her foot connected with shut knees as he
dipped to protect his groin, jerked back for a near miss at another
swipe at his face. Lighting fast, he caught the balled fist in his
palm, and, using the momentum she put into the swing, spun her
around forcing her back to his chest and locking her arm across her
body. He cinched her other arm behind her, holding her soundly.

“Sorry. Reflex,” she said with zero trace of
remorse. Even with the odd angle of her arms she tried to force her
elbow into his gut.

Xander chuckled behind her. “You’re faster
than I thought.”

“I’m faster than that.” She threw her head
back for a reverse head butt, missing him; lifted her heel, tried
again to catch him in the nuts but missed there too. “Let me go and
I’ll show you.”

“Thought it was just skin, Princess?”

“But it’s
my
skin.”

“No, it’s my skin. You’re
my
sub. Calm
down, sweetheart, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“So, I’m just…” Kizzie grunted, still
struggling, “s’posed to stand here…while you…get your rocks off?”
She twisted, trying uselessly to get out of his hold.

Xander’s mouth found the spot where her neck
and shoulder met, teeth nipping, moving up the corded muscles
toward her jaw. “Settle down and I might get your rocks off
too.”

His body tightened at the shiver running
through her. When the struggling slowed, he risked letting one arm
go, the other, bringing his hands to fondle her breasts.

“Sacha’s going to touch you like this,
Princess” he pinched her nipple, wrenching a gasp from her throat,
“His hands are going to be all over your body. When that happens,
you can’t react the way you just did. A sub wouldn’t attack her
Master. You’ve got to respond the way you are now, remember what it
feels like when I’m touching you. You like me touching you, don’t
you, Kiz?”

She didn’t answer, and he didn’t push it;
continued toying with one erect peak while the opposite set of
fingers tickled down her stomach. He kissed the side of her neck,
worked his way across her shoulders.

“Tell me to stop and I will. I won’t take
anything from you, Princess. You have to give it to me.”

Her head dropped forward, warm hands covering
his on their exploration of her body.

“Stop me, Kizzie,” he breathed. He switched
positions so his hands were over hers, her own palms against her
skin. Sliding one up, he dragged it over her breast, squeezed, kept
going north until he had the hand secured at her nape, elongating
her front. The other hand he took south; rocked his hips a bit
against her ass. “You don’t want me to stop, do you? Want me to
make my pussy come?”

Their layered fingers reached her sex, and
she whimpered when he curled his, which curled hers. Still
controlling the rhythm, he worked their digits over her clit.

“You’re so wet,” Xander whispered, gathering
the slick moisture on her fingers. Her back arched further;
breathing hitched with every flick. “I bet….” Chin resting on her
shoulder, he lifted her glistening hand to his mouth; sucked the
juices clean and hummed in the affirmative, “Mmm-hmmm.”

Kizzie moaned, pushed her hips back to grind
against his cock.

Another kiss to her neck and he released her,
commanded, “On the bed.”

“Sir?” A passion-laced croak.

“You know I don’t like repeating myself.” She
didn’t move. “What’s the problem, sweetheart?”

“S’just that…you mentioned another
promise…ap-apart from 3-19 and,” she inhaled nervously, “I just
wondered if now—”

“So the issue’s not that I’m going to fuck
you, it’s when?” He palmed her thigh and her muscles firmed. “Do as
you’re told.”

She reached the mattress, laid with her arms
and legs perfectly straight as if any moment she’d be shot down the
tube of a waterslide.

“Close your eyes.”

Her lids shut. “Can I ask why, Sir?”

“Tomorrow night you’re Sacha’s; tonight
you’re mine, Princess.” Xander dimmed the lights then toed off his
shoes and sat directly beside her, adjusted so his back was against
the headboard. He stroked her hair until she released the breath
she was holding, and then said quietly, “I don’t do fear, and I
don’t want my sub afraid of me.”

* * * *

Chantilly, Virginia

The Crew was as close a group a bunch of
highly trained covert specialists could be considering every member
had trust issues up the wazoo. Still, there were things none of
them knew about their teammates, personal things like family
members, direct phone numbers and home addresses. Most agents
didn’t stay in one place for too long when they weren’t on a
mission. Kizzie Baldwin, Jack learned, was different.

He’d always admired Kizzie. She was a
straight shooter, dependable and easy on the eyes. But even having
worked with her he knew she never let anyone get too close. Apart
from Gale, that is. Those two had a bond no one else shared.

It bothered him. He needed Gale to trust him;
wanted to be the one she confided in.

In his hotel room Jack studied the latest
information he’d acquired. The cellular phone had traveled to
Canada by way of Medellin, Columbia; a flight path that originated
in Panama. The only contact the phone had made, incoming or
outgoing, was from a cell tower near Tocumen International
airport.

He kept digging.

* * * *

Helsinki, Finland

She’d been on the bed so long she’d almost
fallen asleep.

Almost.

He’d tugged the outer fold of the comforter
over her, tucking her in it securely to keep her warm. Then, for
the past couple hours, Xander’s soft tone relayed the ins and outs
of being a submissive, the expectations of a Master, the subtleties
of the Lifestyle; all the while doing nothing other than
occasionally running his fingers through her hair. There she was,
stark naked and horny from his toying with her, and the simple act
of his hand gliding over her head was much more intimate than if he
would have eased between her thighs and fucked her.

She wished he had. It would have kept their
relatio—
situation
in perspective with the added benefit of
an orgasm. Any other day that would go down as a win-win.

Mission accomplished
, Kizzie mused.
Xander said he didn’t want her afraid of him, and now she wasn’t.
Wet for him? Yes—
sopping
. Afraid of him? Nope. Not one bit.
She knew his touch, knew his scent…and responded like a wanton
slut. He’d taken command of her body—no, she’d
given
him
command of her body. And the way he’d sucked her essence from her
fingers? Hot damn! Her pussy clenched just thinking about it.

He’d gotten her all hot and bothered, and
then, bam! Classic Xander mindfuck. Left her dangling on the brink.
Didn’t matter. She wouldn’t let it detract from her endgame. Just
another steeplechase on the uphill course she was running.

“You’re used to working with a team, right,
Kizzie?” he asked.

A warm hand passed over her hair again and
she shuddered. Why she had a thing for his hands, she didn’t know,
but her liking them seemed to amplify his caresses. “Yes, Sir.”

“While we’re at Sacha’s, I’m your team. As my
submissive, you’re under my protection. No one touches you unless I
allow it. Speaking to subs is okay—don’t speak to other Doms.
Everything you do reflects on me, and Sacha will be watching. When
in doubt, be subservient—overly so if need be.”

Which goes against everything I know. This
train wreck ought’a be spectacular….

“Things you see tonight might be a lot more
extreme than what was happening on my yacht. Whatever you do, don’t
interrupt a scene.” Remembering her reaction in Mauritius she
chuckled, and he added, “I’m serious, Kizzie. It would offend the
host and then you’re subject to whatever he deems appropriate
punishment.”

“Okay, Sir.” A few more moments passed in
silence.

“Have you really considered what you’re
doing?”

She heard a hint of trepidation in his tone
that wasn’t there before. “Sir?”

“You’re all right with the possibility that
you might…?”

“Might have to fuck Sacha?” she finished. She
opened her eyes for the first time in hours, blinking to make out
his face in the dimly lit room. Vision focused, she saw his steady
chocolate gaze on hers. “Does that bother you, Sir?”

His hand stopped moving; he climbed off the
bed. “Come undress me,” he said sharply.

Kizzie grinned. Apparently this little
charade was getting too comfortable for Xander too. What better way
to rekindle the awkward than by throwing sex into the mix? At this
point, Kizzie didn’t care. Better to fuck and be done with it than
discuss feelings any day.

She hopped up and sauntered to the light
switch to adjust the dimmer. The fixtures illuminated fully, and
she turned to find Xander standing at the foot of the bed wearing a
superior expression. “Could you bend down, Sir?”

“Bow to my sub? Not a chance.”

Gonna be difficult on purpose, huh?
She managed to keep her face neutral, stepping up on the bed behind
him. Her fingers hooked the bottom of his tee shirt and she lifted
it over his head, dragged it off his arms. Back on the floor, the
moxie she’d gathered going from the bed to the toggle and back fled
in the space between two of her thundering heartbeats. “Is this
necessary, Sir?”

Arm hooked behind her back, he pulled her
flush against him. “Are you questioning my decision, Princess?” He
smoothed down her skin until his large hand gripped an ass
cheek.

Kizzie’s breaths came in short puffs,
resolving to review why she responded to him so effortlessly at a
later date. Right now, she wanted the punishment his firm hold
promised. “No, Sir. I…just don’t know if this is your preference or
Sacha’s.”

“Consider it training for Sacha.” Instead of
the spanking, he patted her lightly on the flank. “Doesn’t mean I
won’t enjoy it. The pants, Princess. I’d like to take a shower and
it’s easier without ‘em.”

She gulped, stared up at the ceiling while
she worked the button of his jeans. Did he want her to…? “Will I be
expected to bathe Sacha, too, Sir?”