“That it’s highly unfair I never got to have you submit to me,” she whispered into his mouth. “Do you think it’s fair?”
“Mmm. No, I believe you were robbed,” he answered seductively. “Why don’t you show me what you’re made of? Take what’s yours.”
She needed no further invitation. “Stay very still.”
“Yes, ma’am.” His cute grin and sparkling gaze fired her blood.
Scooting to the side, she kissed his sexy lips and his jaw. Worked her way down his throat, nibbling and kissing. Then on to his nipples, taut brown discs that obviously loved the attention she lavished on them. She worried them with her teeth, feeling very smug that his breathing had become more audible, a bit faster.
She moved on to his flat stomach, tonguing his insy and making him laugh. But he held still for her, letting her do as she pleased. When she crawled between his legs he obediently spread them wide, giving her complete access.
“Beautiful man,” she murmured in approval, lowering her head to lick his balls. “I wish I had some of those toys you packed in the suitcase.”
“I think you’re doing just fine without them.”
“From the size of that juicy cock? I’d say you’re right.”
She laved and rolled his testicles, working them with her mouth until he was groaning, hips thrusting upward to stab empty air with his erection. Good — she wanted him mindless by the time she was finished.
“Knees up and give me your ass, tough guy.”
He readily complied, and she parted his ass cheeks, revealing the puckered hole awaiting her attention. With gentle flicks, she lavished the small entrance with the same attention she’d given his sac, getting him nice and wet. Then she inserted one finger, carefully pushing past the resistant ring of flesh, fucking him nice and easy.
“Oh, shit… Emma! Oh, God, yes,” he moaned, writhing on her hand.
“Can you take this, honey? Do you like me finger-fucking your ass?”
“Christ, don’t stop!”
“Oh, I have no intention. Not until you shoot your sweet cum all over.”
Adding another finger, she slid them deep. In and out, working him, driving him insane. She couldn’t resist taking his cock into her mouth as well and sucking him down, giving him a double whammy of sensation.
She sucked and fucked him harder, faster. When her fingers brushed a soft, spongy spot inside him — a man’s magic button, so she’d heard — he cried out hoarsely.
“Ahh! Damn, I’m gonna — gonna—”
Pulling off his cock, she demanded, “Come for me.”
Thick, ropy streams of cum pulsed all over his belly and chest, painting his skin with pearly cream. His shouts were music to her ears, puffing up her ego big-time.
She’d done this to her man — made him lose control. Beg for her touch.
If this was even a fraction of the powerful feeling her lover experienced when he dominated a sub, she knew why he loved it so much.
“God, you rocked my world,” he said breathlessly.
“Does that mean I get to do it again sometime?”
“Anytime you want, darlin’. Just say the word.”
Smiling, she crawled up next to him and snuggled into his side, content to put their mission out of her mind for a while.
But tonight, the naughty game of cat and mouse would begin.
Eleven
The first two nights were a bust.
The third, as they say, was the charm.
It had been only a matter of time before at least one of their targets showed his face at the Velvet Underground. Blaze spotted one of the men from their file, and his blood surged with the familiar thrill of the chase.
Bending to Emma’s ear, he pretended to kiss and nibble — not a tough task. Instead, he spoke into the listening device doubling as her earring. “Kosta’s at the bar, alone. Look alive, folks.”
Emma nodded, and they had to trust that their fellow agents heard the message. The equipment was state- of-the-art spy gear, but they had no way to copy a response without wearing receivers in addition to the transmitters. Too big a risk of discovery. If he and Emma executed their parts well, Ozzie and Willis would need only to be there, recording every damning word for evidence.
The trick now was to gain Kosta’s attention and entice him over to talk without the man realizing he was being lured. It had to be his idea to approach, not the other way around.
The problem was that Emma wasn’t supposed to make direct eye contact with another master. A forward move from her would be frowned upon and might make him suspicious. Added to that, Kosta was absolutely straight. No men in his stable whatsoever, which meant he wouldn’t look twice at Blaze. Something had to be done to turn the man’s attention in their direction.
He bent to her ear again. “Go get us a drink and make sure you brush against him. Nothing obvious, though.”
Taking a fortifying breath, she met his eyes, her gaze conveying a hint of nerves and the desire to pull this off well. For her, this went way past helping agents play dress-up.
They could die trying to obtain the information needed to save their country, just like countless covert operatives before them.
She moved gracefully through the crowd, turning heads as she passed, and he felt a surge of pride. The tall, striking woman in the purple leather skirt, bra, and knee-high boots was his, and he wanted everyone to know it.
At the bar, she squeezed in between Kosta and another patron, not looking at either of them. Signaling the bartender, she crossed her arms on the counter and leaned over, giving anyone who chose to look a damned fine view of her cleavage.
And Kosta’s attention immediately dipped into the flesh on display. Blaze wanted to pound his face. But this was what they were counting on, what needed to happen. The man’s dark eyes never left Emma as she smiled, paid for the drinks, and returned to their table.
“Here you are, sir,” she said, sliding his beer in front of him. “Is he watching?”
“Like a rabid wolf. I think he plans to bide his time, though. Maybe he’s suspicious, or just trying to decide whether we suit his tastes.” Wrapping an arm around her, he pulled her close on the seat of the booth, tucking her into his side. With his free hand he toyed with the silver zipper on the front of her bra, lowered it a fraction at a time. “Let’s help him along, shall we?”
She licked her lips and lowered her gaze, hiding the trepidation that flashed there from prying eyes. The slight hitch in her breathing was noticeable only to him as he revealed more of her than she’d likely ever believed she’d willingly show a roomful of people — the party at Dietz’s hideaway notwithstanding. Parting the leather cups, he exposed her breasts, almost revealing her nipples. Almost, but not quite. One wrong move and she’d spill from the garment, and while such displays were par for the course in this type of establishment, he didn’t want to exploit her in public more than was necessary for the job.
Even if playing with her did make him hard as a friggin’ rock.
It wasn’t entirely for their target’s benefit when he traced the swell of her breasts and teased the edge of the leather bra where her nipple hid. Slipped his fingers inside and gave the little nub a light pinch with his thumb and forefinger, rolling it. She gave a gasp, pressing into his touch rather than away. So sensual, his baby.
“Is this a private party, or can anyone join?”
Blaze looked up at the deep voice and into the rugged face of Augustine Kosta. He wasn’t a handsome man,
