Courting Passion (10 page)

“I’m begging you not to fuck my arse,” she repeated. “You have to stop. You’ll split me wide with that cock of yours. I’m too small for you, it’ll hurt.”

His grin widened and, if anything, his fingers pressed harder into her as he caught on. She’d been careful to not make her pleading too fake, and she’d kept her gaze steady, tried to tell him she hadn’t forgotten their safe word in the least. He appeared to get the message. The grin that crossed his face thrilled her.

“I’m doing this precisely because you’re so tiny. You have no idea how delicious a virgin arse can be, sweetheart,” he murmured. “You better hurry up and stroke your clit harder, love. I’m all out of patience.”

Having said that, he quickly rolled the thin latex down his hard shaft, grabbed the lubricant again and squirted a generous amount over his cock. Tossing the tube to the floor, he slicked himself up then slowly pulled his fingers out of her hole. Her tiny passage gaped, craving to be filled.

Katherine watched him in the mirror, her eyes riveted on what she could see of his actions.

“I’m going to nail your arse to the wall, sweetheart,” Garth insisted, his voice thick with lust. “I’ve had this image in my head since you questioned me two days ago. Do you know how hard it was not to lift you up, turn you over that table and do this to you, love?”

Panting, she recognised her words from their interview. It felt like a lifetime ago.

Garth seated his enormous head at the entrance of her back channel. The plum-like head appeared almost twice the size of her small hole. Garth kept her cheeks spread wide. With an almost fearful look behind her, Katherine checked the dimensions weren’t skewed. Nope. He really was that big.

Returning her gaze to the mirror, she spoke again.

“Garth, are you sure you’ll fit? You really do look too big for me. You’re going to split me open.”

“That’s the whole idea, love. A man might love pussy, and heaven knows I adore yours. You’re everything I could hope for or dream of in a lover, but a man is flat out lying if he says he doesn’t relish fucking his lover up the arse. That tight, clenching hole makes a man feel like he’s caught in a slick, virgin vice. And that’s what the appeal is, to split you wide and ram myself home inside you.”

Katherine knew if he caused her genuine pain he would stop, but that didn’t negate the small spurt of fear that mingled with her desire for him. Her fingers twisted around her clit, her pleasure spiking just as the painful pressure filled her arse when Garth pressed his head inside her. Her head fell back, her hair caressing her back, her face scrunching as she felt caught somewhere between agony and bliss.

She panted and moaned.

“Garth, don’t. Stop. Oh, damn, keep going, please, move in me. I need it.”

Incoherent, her broken words didn’t even make sense to her. She pressed back as pleasure rocked through her clit and a large knot grew in her belly.

“Open your eyes, I want to see you watching me as I fuck your arse deep,” Garth insisted.

 On a shattered breath she obeyed him. Katherine clenched the basin with a hand and lifted her gaze to watch Garth in the mirror. He gripped his hands on either side of her waist, pulling her hips back so she pushed her rear back onto his thick length.

He devoured her with his eyes. Katherine felt possessed and claimed unlike anything she could express. She was his, and he was hers. Forever.

“So fucking good,” he moaned. “You’re delicious, Kate. Delicate and feminine. Absolutely perfect.”

Feeling her core of strength rise up, Katherine opened her heart and soul to Garth in every way. Embracing the pain, she jerked her hips back onto him, thrusting her arse down further onto his cock, swallowing him down more. Surprise flared in his eyes only to be overtaken by lust and pleased pride.

“That’s it, beautiful, fuck yourself on me. Take your pleasure.”

Katherine could only moan, far beyond actual words. She pressed back on him, her tight channel burning with the pain, but pleasure twisted inside her, mingled with the pain and need. Soon the tight coil of boiling emotions built within her and she cried out, unable to suppress the conglomeration burning in her belly and rear.

“I need, oh fuck, Garth, please, I want… More, please, give me everything,” she pleaded.

Without saying a thing Garth reacted. His grip tightened and he rammed himself in and out of her arse. His legs bent and he pushed himself up into her fully, his balls slapping on her thighs as he ravaged her tiny hole. Katherine watched his face and body as he possessed her, like a demon claiming his soulmate.

Over and over, he penetrated her until finally the stimulation of her clit became too much. On the tender edge of her climax, Katherine lifted her hand from the porcelain and twisted her nipple. The coolness of her fingers, coupled with the extra stimulation at her breast, pushed her over the edge.

An orgasm, the likes of which she had never experienced, crashed over her. Instinctively, her body acted of its own will. She closed her eyes, threw her head back as she arched her spine in sheer bliss. She screamed loud and long as pleasure rocked through her, blurring her senses and overriding her body. Even through this, she felt Garth’s thrusts as he roared his release, his hot seed shooting inside her body, filling her anal cavity until his thick cum dripped out of the edges of her deliciously abused hole.

Katherine gripped the edges of the basin with both hands, otherwise she would have fallen to the tile floor as her legs wobbled. Garth leaned over her, his chest resting on her back as he spooned her from behind, his cock still fully lodged in her bum. The aftershocks of his climax rippled through his body and she noted he, too, grabbed a hold of the porcelain.

They panted hard, each winded and struggling for breath.

A minute, then two ticked by as the comfortable silence lengthened between them as they recovered. After a while, Garth pressed a series of kisses to her shoulder and nibbled his way up the length of her neck.

Katherine sighed happily and arched her neck to the side to grant him full access.

“That was magical,” she said in a husky, raw voice.

He murmured something unintelligible in return, his lips and tongue busy against her skin. She chuckled and moved her head, lifted his chin with two fingers and kissed his lips.

They drank each other in, the intimacy familiar now. Slowly, she opened her eyes and met her lover’s gaze.

“I love you,” he said, the words evidently heart-felt.

She beamed back at him. The words were difficult for her to summon. It wasn’t because they weren’t true—she loved him with everything in her heart, mind, body and soul. It was hard to lay herself so open to a man like this. But she knew she could no longer hide. Not from herself and not from this wonderful man whom she never wanted to be parted from.

“I love you too,” she said, the words unusual on her tongue. He seemed to understand what a big admission that was for her and he pressed another kiss to her lips, drinking down their shared confessions.

Katherine wrapped an arm around her man and held him. She knew, in a moment, they’d have to clean up and get dressed—again. There was an awful lot of work ahead of them. But, just for the next few seconds, she wanted to wallow in their shared intimacy and the perfection of this moment when they’d first acknowledged their love for one another.

Reality would come all too quickly.

* * * *

Katherine took the first brief shower and dressed. She remade them a pot of tea while Garth lingered in the bathroom. Ten minutes later, the first trickle of worry entered her mind. She’d been about to call out to him, to assure herself he was okay, when he entered the kitchen.

She noticed his movements were stiff, painful. Katherine frowned, concerned.

“I’ve made us some tea. You should take a painkiller with it, take the edge off.”

He held up his hand, two small pills already enclosed in his palm.

“Way ahead of you there, sweetheart,” he replied.

Guilt stirred in her stomach, worry that she’d been the cause of the pain he now suffered. Her thoughts must have reflected clearly on her face.

“Stop that right now. I’d have wanted to share that intimacy even if both my legs had been broken. Trust me, I’d have found a way. A few small twinges now are nothing in payment for the hot vice of your arse, Kate. So put that guilt away and let’s get on with the mission.”

Garth followed her into the living room and she poured them both steaming hot mugs of tea as he gingerly lowered himself onto the couch. His colour was still good, he didn’t sweat from exertion and his breathing was calm. She sighed with relief as she handed him his mug and sat down next to him.

They took their time with the tea. Garth swallowed his pills. Five minutes later Katherine could see some relaxing in the set of his jaw, his posture loosening as he eased back into the couch.

Finishing their tea in silence, Garth sat forward, placed his mug on the scarred coffee table and booted up his laptop. Katherine scooted closer to Garth. He turned the screen so they could both see as he started working.

“I want to start a background search combining Connor and the company that rents out that office space,” Garth spoke as he typed.

“Both receptionists knew who Connor was, though he appeared to be a friend—not a collaborator—of James and Robert,” Katherine mused as Garth continued working the keyboard. He nodded.

“Agreed. James and Robert frequently came in early, before anyone started for the day, and presumably worked on their websites and posted whatever conspiracy proof they’d unearthed. The receptionist was surprised to see Connor in so early.

“That, coupled with the clear fact he was working on Oscar’s hard drive, decrypting it for sure, leads us to believe he must have been an easy contact for Oscar. Someone he knew had skills in computer code and encryption software, but also a tech he had ready, easy access to. It’s barely been twenty-four hours since Oscar got his hands on the hard drive, so this was his gut reaction, not a well-organised, structured response.”

“So it isn’t a leap of logic to conclude Oscar has ties with the corporation itself, or with its owners,” Katherine concluded. “He might have used these techs in the past, he might have family ties to it, or possibly it came highly recommended from someone he trusts.”

“I hadn’t thought of that,” Garth confessed as he opened a new tab to start a new search with the extra parameters. “Oscar could have turned to an accomplice, or the Agency mole asked for help and followed their recommendation for whom to turn to. That’s a valid point, Katherine.”

It didn’t take them long to realise MacKenzie Industries—the company that rented the office—was a shell corporation. After copious digging and drinking another full pot of tea they made their first breakthrough.

“There should be a branch of the government to dig into such generic corporations as this,” Katherine insisted, exhausted frustration clear in her tone. “Has it struck you that whoever has worked so hard to bury this board behind MacKenzie Industries must have had help?”

“Oh yeah,” Garth replied, his eyes locked on the screen. “I can think of two simple answers to how hard we’re having to dig. One, Oscar hired a professional to bury all the paperwork and data. That means he’s well connected and flush with cash. The other method I can think of is he has a co-conspirator, either the mole or someone else well connected, and they handled this side of their business. Buried everything under so much secrecy and red tape it’s creating this nightmare for us.”

“If Jennings does have an accomplice it would make sense they’d cover his tracks. By covering Oscar’s arse they protect their own. A mole has a lot more to lose than Jennings. Jennings will do hard time, but the mole will be branded a traitor. Lose their standing and privileged lifestyle. We could really be opening a can of worms here.”

“You don’t sound too worried,” Garth shot her a quick smile.

Katherine shook her head. “I’m not. If the toes I step on or the arse I kick is working against the Agency, our government and way of life I’ll happily do what I can to bring them down.”

“You know what we could really do with?” Garth spoke again minutes later. “Another set of hands.”

Katherine tilted her head, a small frown on her face. She wasn’t sure who Garth could mean, but then the light dawned.

“You want to call in Victor?” she surmised. Garth nodded and searched her face with his gaze.

“He’s paid a steep price for this data, he was prepared to give his life for it. He nearly did by the look of him when we finally helped exchange him. He’s Agency, too, has all the clearance needed to run back-traces on all these blocks and red tape being thrown at us.”

Katherine grinned, the full depth of Garth’s plan becoming clear.

“So we take the heat, act as bait and get both Jennings and the traitor following us, while Victor traces the blocks and flushes out the identity of the mole. We lead the charge. Victor brings up the rear and corners them.”

“Exactly, though I’d word it differently to Victor.”

Katherine laughed at that comment.

“Victor Adams would chew you up and spit you out if he thought you were putting us out front to protect his arse.”

“It’s not like I’m coddling him or holding his hand,” Garth insisted. “We need the help. Calling him in is logical. I will grant you Victor is savvy enough it will take little thought for him to deduce what we’re doing, but he’ll be high on drugs. He’s pretty battered up. But I do think it only fair to keep him apprised of what’s going on.”

“He’s your mentor.” Katherine tried to keep the smug tone from her voice. “You can call him and ask. I’ll just back you up with this one. I’ve heard of Victor’s reputation, I don’t relish being the one to try to keep him from this when he sees how close we’re getting.”

Garth shot her a hot glance and Katherine felt her nipples and pussy react. Chemistry sparked in the air around them. They stared at each other a moment, until Garth pulled his cell out of his pocket and dialled the number without looking.