“Are you all right?” he asked, withdrawing both hands and easing out of her ass.
“You really scared me,” she said, breathing hard. “I wasn’t sure…”
“It’s called edge play,” Mike replied. “Creating a condition of doubt in the mind of the sub. You weren’t sure if I was serious or not.”
“Yes!”
“I wasn’t,” Mike said, rolling over and undoing her hands. “Seriously.”
“It was scary,” Daria admitted, sitting up and untying her ankles. “But I liked it. I was sure enough that you weren’t going to do it that I wasn’t panicking, but…”
“Well, let’s try something else,” Mike said, standing up and walking to the bathroom.
“You mean you’re not done?” Daria asked, surprised.
“Oh, hell no,” Mike said. “Be right back.”
He came back with a hot wash cloth and gently wiped the cum from her face and breasts.
“You’re gentle,” she said, lying back and sighing, then gasping a bit as she hit a sore spot.
“How’s the back?” Mike asked, caressing her breasts a bit more than was strictly necessary.
“Sore,” she admitted. “But not as sore as my ass. You hit me very well.”
“Thanks,” Mike replied, sliding the washcloth down her stomach and taking one of her nipples in his mouth.
“Oh, that feels good,” Daria said sighing.
“Should,” he replied, blowing on it lightly to get it to stand up. “You have a gorgeous body, did you know that?”
“It is okay,” Daria said, shrugging.
“It’s absolutely exquisite,” Mike replied, lowering himself on the nipple again. He’d eased the washcloth down her stomach and now slid it between her legs, giving the area a thorough cleaning. He wiped the outsid,e then slid his finger, encased in the rough cloth, into her vagina.
“Oh,” Daria sighed. “Oh… god…”
“You like it rough, huh?” Mike chuckled, biting on her nipple lightly. “I’ll give you rough…”
He rolled onto her and pinned her legs open, biting on her shoulder and thrusting his fingers into her vagina repeatedly. She began panting and sighing so Mike kept at it, thrusting with his fingers and biting her on her neck, shoulder and chest, appearing to lose control as she bucked under him and moaned. Finally, as she appeared to be nearing climax, he slid another condom onto his dick and thrust into her.
She settled a bit at first but the continuous hard thrusts warmed her back up as he growled in her ear and continued to pinch, bite and twist her nipples roughly. He pulled her legs up and grabbed her sore ass, eliciting a half scream of pain. Finally, she panted and moaned her way into a screaming climax that had him clamping his hand over her mouth to save his ears as much as for decorum. Hell, Sawn was in the next room and it was going to be obvious that the Kildar was up to his old tricks.
The girl didn’t seem to be a multiclimax type, so he slowed just enough to let her get her wind back and then drove in, hard, getting his third orgasm of the encounter. It had to be the tits.
“That was…” she whispered, then moaned as he carefully withdrew.
“Decent?” Mike asked, cleaning up and then pulling her in to cuddle on his shoulder.
“Very nice,” Daria whispered. “I did not think it could be that way.”
“Welcome to the real world,” Mike said, yawning. “I’m for a nap, how ’bout you?”
“I think I could use a nap as well,” Daria admitted. “Can I sleep here?”
“Just try to leave,” Mike said, curling into her.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“None of them have left,” Ctibor said, as Yarok walked into the apartment. “They usually stay at least two days in one place, by the look of the previous data.”
The Albanian hit team had taken up four apartments in the building. It was owned by the Albanian mob, so getting the apartments had been simple enough, if rough on the previous tenants. But the tenants had left behind some nice furniture. Unfortunately, it was not going to be in very good condition when the team left; the “shooters” Boris had turned up were mostly gutter scum. What was it that British general had said? “The scum of the earth enlisted for drink.” That was what Boris had found for him when he asked for professionals. Yarok wondered, briefly, which general it had been. Montgomery, probably.
“I’m not happy with taking them down in the hotel,” Yarok said, rubbing his lips with his fingers. “Is the team all here?”
“The ones that are sober,” Ctibor said, spitting on the floor. “You’d think the Albanians could round up better men than this.”
“It would have been better if we’d caught them in that hotel in Kosovo,” Yarok admitted. “But around here all you can get is gutter thugs. Even the veterans of the war mostly have real jobs. Or they work for rival gangs.”
“So what do you want to do?” Ctibor asked, shrugging.
“We will hit them tonight,” Yarok said, decisively. “Before dawn.”
Mike blinked and opened his eyes at the ring from the cell phone and started to roll over only to find that he was totally tangled in sheets and covers. He managed to untangle without disturbing Daria and snagged the phone.
“Jenkins,” he growled.
“Kildar, it is Gurum.”
“Gurum?” Mike asked, rubbing his eyes and wondering why the brewery manager would be calling him while he was on an op.
“I am in the city of Las Vegas, Kildar,” Gurum said. “The booth for the convention is well prepared and the company is in the process of installing. But you said that you wanted some of the Keldara here for the booth. I had left the choice up to you, Kildar, but when I called home they told me you were… on business.”
“Shit,” Mike snapped, sitting up. “I completely and totally forgot.”
“I can hire local models, Kildar,” Gurum said. “They are not cheap and I will have to hurry to find Keldara dress…”
“No,” Mike said, thinking rapidly. “I’ve got a better idea.”
“You want what?” Pierson snapped.
“We need to meet,” Mike said. “About the other thing. And I need to get some people into the U.S. Now. We have what is called a win-win situation here.”
“You’re joking,” Pierson said, sighing. “You want visas for thirty something complete unknowns?”
“And I’m going to need some passports, too,” Mike said. “I can get the photos, but I’m going to need them by the time the plane lands in the U.S. And the visas on file.”
“Why don’t you just fly back yourself?” Pierson asked exasperatedly.
“Because we’re in Indian Country,” Mike pointed out. “I’m not going to just drop my team in Indian Country, Bob.”
“Shit,” Pierson replied tightly. “Okay, okay. But you’ll need to go to the embassy. What kind of passports?”
“Georgian, I guess,” Mike said. “No, scrap that. I know a better way to get them. But we’re going to need somebody in the States to receive us that knows not to ask too many questions. The thing is, we’re going to Vegas. That’s right next to Nellis, which has some really good secure rooms. Oh, and we’re carrying about seven hundred pounds of print intel on the op that’s going to need some Albanian translators. Very closedmouth ones. I’ll drop the original electronic EEI with you as well. That’s in half a dozen languages, including Romanian.”
“I’ll get you a secure fax number to send the information on the girls to the embassy,” Pierson said, relenting. “I need to start making some phone calls, though, right now.”