ROMANCE: Resist Me (Taboo Romance, BDSM, New Adult, Pregnancy, Contemporary, Short Story) (3 page)

“Oh, you should really see those pictures. The man is an oral expert. I thought I knew everything, but he is the master.”

“That asshole!” Riley snapped as she felt Dare’s teeth on the back of her thigh.

“And he’s got some young ones on a leash. We’ve tracked him with at least four different women who work in his office building in downtown St. Louis. They slip into his office after hours each night and he goes to town on every one. Two of them are married. I bet their husbands wonder why they come home from work with a smile.”

Now Dare was blowing on the soft fur above her crotch. He kissed it and began licking on the inside of her right thigh. She leaned back and begged him not to stop.

“I don’t think a single one of those women are over the age of twenty,” Dared told her as he eyed the lips between her legs. “They have a lot of stamina. I will give him bonus points for going several rounds once a week. He leaves them satisfied, from what I can tell.”

“Satisfy me,” she said, pushing Dare’s face between her legs and holding him there.

She felt the orgasms come quickly and began shaking on the bed. She didn’t want him to stop and held him in the right location. Crying out his name she thrashed her head from one side to the next.

“Make me squirt!” Riley begged.

He did.

Dare rolled Riley over on her stomach and pushed her knees under her. He grabbed a pillow from the bed and shoved it beneath. With her body in a good position, he slowly entered her doggy style.

“You like this one? Picked it up from the photographs too.”

“That asshole,” she said again as she felt the secret agent begin to thrust inside her. She had already climaxed but was ready for more.

“You want to know how he fucks them in his office? He’s got a couch. Not as big as mine, but it works. Last week we saw him bring this little blond girl into his private office at lunch time. I don’t think anyone else knew what was going on. We got it all on camera; it’s one of the best photographs; if you want to look at it later.”

She could feel Dare filling her up. He was moving back and forth, making sure she was pleased. He knew how to hit the right spots. Dare kissed her back as he continued to thrust slowly.

“That little one was wet by the moment she arrived. She was all proper, almost a little lost sheep from a church. She had the plainest outfit you ever saw. Once he locked the door her clothes came off and he put a pillow on the couch just like this one. He had her crying in five minutes.”

“Harder,” Riley begged. Dare increased his speed.

“She left his couch wet. I’m sure it gave the cleaning crew something to talk about.”

“I found some panties in his coat pocket last winter,” Riley cried out. “I was taking our clothes to the cleaner and the lady at the place pulled them out and asked me if they were mine. O, shit, faster.”

“We still haven’t figured out where he gets the wind,” Dare told her. “We’ve even started taking super eight movies of him with those women. The station chiefs all want to see what he does. Half the wives of the American intelligence corps are getting the benefits of our work. Did you know that?”

“I knew he was a hound dog, but not how much,” she said between breaths. “I’m so close now. Oh sweet God, make it good!”

Dare increased his pulse until she Riley made animal noises. She dropped her head to the bed and screamed.

Riley could tell when Dare was finished. She had already cum repeatedly when she felt him gasp and stop. Then she felt a warm sensation on the inside.

She rolled over and looked at him. Dare was lying on the bed sweating. He was some lover, but everyone had their limit. Riley lay back on the bead and crossed one of her legs with his.

“Jesus,” she said, “you just cummed a bucketful.”

They did get some sleep that night, but Riley kept waking Dare up and grabbing him. After he’d satisfied her the fourth or fifth time, he rested his head on her thigh and looked at her.

“I have to sleep, little one. I don’t think your master spy has enough sperm left in him to fill a thimble. Got to recharge.”

He rolled over and went to sleep. Riley pulled the covers over them both and cuddled with Dare. This vacation might turn out alright after all.

The next morning they slept in. When Riley had waked, she found Dare gone. She wrapped a sheet around her and went looking for him, but he was nowhere to be found. Standing in the middle of his apartment with only the sheet to cover her, she was shocked when the door opened. It was Alan Dare. He was holding the suitcase she’d left at the hotel.

“They delivered it this morning at the front desk before you woke. I thought it might be a good idea to bring it up on my own.”

She embraced him.

“The shower is open. I already had mine”

Riley kissed him and looked into his face.

“I was hoping we could take one together.”

“Sorry, you take it alone. I’m back on duty protecting America from the forces of evil.”

Riley pouted, took some spring clothes out of the suit case and went into the shower. When she came out she was dressed and Dare had already set breakfast out on the table. He’s fixed scrambled eggs and toast with coffee and orange juice on the side.

She looked at it and was surprised.

“Nothing specifically French?

“I didn’t have time to order anything. We have to leave right away.”

“Why?” she asked. “Did you get a call while I was in the shower?”

“I’ve just finished talking with my station chief,” he said. “Did anyone give you a piece of paper on the plane over here?”

“One of the stewardesses handed me a slip with a New York area code on it. Was it supposed to be important? She took it away and said it was a mistake and was meant for someone else.”

“No it’s not important. But do you remember the phone number?”

“Yes, it was an easy one to remember. Do you want me to write it down?”

“No, let’s finish breakfast. We have to leave soon.”

They ate in silence, Riley wondering what was suddenly troubling the secret agent. She finished her eggs and refused the toast. He had two cups of coffee.

They left the suitcase with her clothes at his apartment and made their way down the street. Dare tipped the doorman again as a cab pulled up. He handed some directions to the man behind the wheel and went into the back with Riley.

“Where are we going?”

“A special place most operatives don’t get to see. You’ll understand when we get there.”

The cab spun through the streets of Paris, Riley turning her head to look at the monuments she wanted to see. No time for it now. Dare kept looking out the windows, trying to see if they were being followed. He wasn’t satisfied until they pulled up to an old office building in a depressed part of the city.

“We’re here,” he told her, opening the door and pulling her out. He paid the cab driver who sped away, acting like he was relieved to get out of a bad area.

He pulled her in through the front door and through a hallway. He constantly looked behind him to see if they were being followed.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“No questions!” he snapped.

They reached a door to an office and Dare produced a key. He used the key to unlock the door and shoved her inside the office.

It was dark on the inside, but a quick light switch flick illuminated it from a fluorescent light in the ceiling. The starter on it was bad, however, and the light flickered a bit, causing the room to have a sinister appearance. Dare locked the door behind him.

The room was bare. It lacked windows or any other doors, other than the one they had used. It had been painted white and a cheap rug covered the floor. Around the perimeter of the room were arranged a few chairs, but there were no tables or desks. The room was about seven hundred square feet.

In the dead center of the room was an examination table, one which might be found in a doctor’s office. It had a sheet of clean paper rolled out on top, but there was nothing otherwise distinct about it. The examination table appeared to be of recent manufacture.

“What is this place?” Riley asked Dare.

“Remove your clothes!” he ordered her.

“What are you talking about?” she asked him.

“Did I stutter?” he asked. “I said take off your clothes. Strip! All of them!”

Shaking, Riley did what she was told. She slid her spring dress over the top of her head and handed it to him. Next, she removed the silk panties and lace bra. She wore no stockings that day, but took off her sandals and gave those to him. Soon she was totally nude.

“The earrings,” he said and she gave them to him as well. He pocked the earrings, the clothes he piled on one of the chairs.

“Get on the table,” he instructed her.

“Why?” she said.

“You do have a problem following orders, don’t you? Now get on the table! Face down.”

Still unsure where it was all going, she climbed on the table and lay still. Dare opened one of the drawers on the table and produced several strands of Manila hemp rope. He used the rope to tie her hands and feet to the table securely. Finally, he used another strand to tie down her waist to the table as well.

Satisfied, he stood back and admired his work.

Riley, naked and starting to get a little scared, looked back at him. Not easy as he was almost behind her.

“You’re wondering what is going on by now,” he said. “That is good because I am going to tell you why you were brought here.”

“This is part of a special facility we use to train field operatives,” he began. “We need to know at what point they might break if captured by enemy agents. And the only way to do it is test them ourselves. This is known as interrogation survival training.”

“The board at M.A.T.E. wants you to become an agent like me. But to do that we have to be sure you won’t break. You can refuse and it all ends now. I will arrange for a flight back to St. Louis, your life will return to that of a normal Maplewood housewife. You can make up whatever story you want to tell your husband. You might even catch him fucking one of those women he likes in the office, now that you know what he’s been doing. However, the photographs stay here, for everyone’s sake. Too bad you didn’t want to look at them, he is quite the expert and I’m sure you would have been impressed.”

Dare smirked on the last sentence.

“If you really want to work for my organization, you have to undergo this training. It won’t take long, but it will hurt. However, keep in mind it is not even close what might happen to you if captured.”

“Now Riley, are you ready to begin or do we stop it and you go home?”

Riley shook in fear and with not knowing what to expect next. She considered bringing it to an end.

“No, I am ready.”

Dare walked over to the table again and opened another drawer. He brought out a small wooden paddle, no bigger than one used to play ball. He walked to the front of the table so that Riley could clearly see what he was holding.

“Do you see this Riley?”

She nodded.

“Good. And do you remember that number the stewardess allowed you to see?”

She nodded again.

“Very good. We are going to play a little game. I am going to try and make you tell me the number. You are going to try and keep from telling it to me.”

He walked behind her and Riley could hear his breathing. Now she was starting to get very scared.

“What was the number on the paper, Riley?” he asked.

“I don’t remember,” she answered.

He smacked her on the ass with the paddle. Riley yelped a little as she had not been expecting it.

“I think we need to improve your memory a little bit.”

He smacked her again, this time a little bit harder.

Riley bit her lip and didn’t say a word.

“Looks like you’re going to need some motivation,” she heard him say.

Smack
, the paddle went on her bare flesh. Harder. He smacked her again. Each time he struck her butt cheek with the paddle, Dare increased the intensity a little bit more. On the twelfth strike she cried out.

“Did you want to tell me something, Riley?”

She remained silent.

“I just guess we’ll have to try something else to get you to talk,” Dare spoke, opening another drawer.

He pulled a birch switch out of the drawer and again brought it around for her to look at. Just to make sure she understood, he gave it a few test strokes through the air. She could hear it whistle. Dare walked back behind her.

“I want those numbers, Riley!”

She took six of the best before he stopped. She heard him put the switch down. Her ass was on fire. Then he went back and stood next to her. She could feel him probe her bottom with one hand. It hurt, but she refused to let him know.

“Some nice stripes. I should really get a picture of them. Very pretty.”

Dare walked to the front of her and held her head up to look at his face.