Reckless (13 page)

Ivan grinds his teeth. “Fine. Let’s get rid of this parasite once and for all. Diego, when do you expect Peña to call for an escort?”

“Eduardo told me that he would probably call tomorrow. Peña likes his girl once a week on the same day.”

“Good,” Ivan says. “I want this matter settled soon.”

***

After dinner, I find Diego in his room. I need to talk to him. If I’m actually going through with this, I need to know about the other part of him.
 

When I walk in, he’s checking maps on his tablet.
 

“Am I interrupting?”

“No. I was just looking for escape routes in case we have to leave in a hurry.”

“That’s reassuring.”

“Don’t worry. I just like to plan for every possible circumstance.” He sets down the tablet. “Is there something you want to talk about? You seem nervous.”

“It’s not about Peña. I have something to confess, as well.” I sit next to him on the bed. My heart is pounding. “When you left me in the library, I got bored. I was just looking around and—” A terrified expression on Diego’s face tells me he already knows what I’m going to say. “I opened a door because it didn’t make sense where it was located and I saw this ladder. I know I shouldn’t have been snooping—”

“It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean any harm.”

“So what’s that all about?”

Diego doesn’t look at me. “Sometimes I like to dominate women. It’s not something I ever do unless the other person enjoys it too, so don’t think I would ever make you participate. I’m not a sadist. Power exchange is just something that excites me. It’s a thrill to know a woman has given herself over to me and completely trusts me with her body and mind.”

My heart beats faster. I struggle to get out my next words. “Do you have a place like that here?”

He turns his head. A smile forms on his face. “Yeah, I do. Is that something you’re into?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never tried it. Where I grew up that kind of stuff is really taboo. If people do it, no one talks about it.”

“That’s a shame. It’s a lot of fun. Come on, I’ll show you.”

“Now?”

“There’s no time like the present.”

When I come to my feet, my legs wobble like I’m standing on stilts in a circus act. I expect him to show me to the basement. Instead, he takes me outside and down the path toward the beach. We continue along the sand where we first mounted the horses.
 

Diego points at the large shed.

“It’s in there?”

“Of course. What did you think was in there?”

I don’t answer.
 

We walk to the shed.
 

Diego slides a key out of his pocket and unlocks the steel door. The metal whines, as the old door swings open. Diego steps aside and gestures toward the door. “After you.”

I walk closer and peak inside. It’s dark except for a red light shining from an antique lamp. I look back at Diego.

“Go on. Trust me, Caroline.”

I pass through the threshold and stand in the foyer. There’s a bi-sectional leather sofa and two doorways leading to the rest of the shed.
 

Diego tells me to take a seat on the sofa while he prepares the room.

“It’s been a while since I’ve entertained anyone. Stay here while I straighten things up.”

Diego takes my wrists and pulls them behind my back. He fastens them to a pair of cuffs hidden beneath the sofa cushion. When I try to pull away from the sofa, the metal chain catches onto a steel rod.

“I’ll be right back.”

Diego passes through the beaded curtain of the doorway. The walls are painted red to match the lighting. On them, I notice several vulgar paintings illustrating various BDSM scenes.

Several minutes go by. I can hear Diego in the other room moving furniture and other objects. When I hear the crack of whip, I instinctively leap. The chain of the wrist cuffs ring against the rod.

I wonder if I’ve gone mad. If I’ve learned anything in my years of police and intelligence work, it’s to never allow myself to become immobilized. Not only have I allowed that, I’ve willingly volunteered. But I have to know if I can trust Diego. Otherwise, all that I’m sacrificing is pointless, and I’ve given up my career for nothing.
 

And of course, part of me wants to experience that thrill of giving myself over to a powerful man like Diego. I want to feel his strong hands tying me up and leaving me helpless to his mercy.

Diego steps through the curtains. “I’m ready for you, Caroline.”

“I’m ready as well,” I say, not knowing whether I believe my own words.

He unlocks the cuffs and tells me to stand. His hands move to the zipper of my dress. The dress opens and falls to the floor.
 

I step out of it and face him wearing only a black push-up bra and panties.
 

He gestures to the next room and tells me to go first.
 

I pass through the beaded strands. The dungeon is similar to the one in Cusco except this one has an odd piece of furniture in the center of the room. The cushioned table is shaped like a barrel turned on its side. At each of the four corners, leather cuffs wait to immobilize me.

Diego takes me by the hand. “Ready?”

I nod even though I’m not. I don’t think I’d ever be ready for this.
 

A wooden step stool has been placed in front of the device. When I walk up the three steps, Diego tells me to turn around and to put my hands in the air. He guides my back against the padding of this contraption until my entire body is lying across its crescent shape. He locks each of the leather restraints to my ankles and wrists until I’m spread eagle. My belly and chest stretch so far across the curved table that they barely lift in response to my rapid breathing.

“Quite the position you’re in,” Diego remarks.

He’s right. My arms and legs are both spread out to the sides, leaving my privates exposed to him. I’m thankful for the bra and panties. They’re the only shelter I have left.

Diego crosses the room and picks up a large pair of scissors. He returns with them and runs the blunt end of the blade across my belly.
 

Sweat trickles down my forehead.

He chuckles at my response and begins cutting away my panties and bra. He yanks the remaining fabric out from under me and tosses them to the floor.

“Much better,” he says.

He returns the scissors to their hook and approaches a wall opposite of where my head lies. The wall contains every corporal punishment instrument I can imagine and some I couldn’t until now. His hand passes them as he watches my reaction to each. He picks up a cane and swooshes it through the air. “What do you think of this one?”
 

I shake my head.
 

“Yes, that’s a little too strong to start out with.” His hand settles on an instrument with numerous straps extending from the handle. “Let’s go with the flogger.”

Diego snaps the instrument.
 

The straps crack the air with a thunderous sound.
 

Diego steps beside me and runs his hand across my belly and begins massaging my breasts. He pinches my nipples and holds them until I beg him to stop.

“Just testing their sensitivity. Shall we begin?”

I nod.

“Caroline, that won’t do. I want you to ask me to flog you.”

In my position across the bondage table, my head is angled toward the floor and my chest bows forward. Every word I utter requires effort. “Please flog me, Diego.”

Diego playfully lets the straps fall across my abdomen. “Very well.”
 

The flogger rises over his shoulder. He snaps his wrist. The leather hide sails through the air, cracking against my breasts.
 

I scream out and jerk against the restraints so hard that I think the table might topple over. “Fuck, that hurts.”

“Don’t use that kind of language. You’re supposed to be a proper southern girl. Proper girls don’t speak with such vulgarity, do they?”

“No, they don’t.”

The flogger whips across my breasts again. I grit my teeth and resist screaming out since swear words are the only ones that want to come out.

“What other naughty things have you done? Have you been a little slut?”

Hardly, but I want to play into Diego’s game.
 

“I sometimes play with myself.”

Diego flogs me again. This time it doesn’t hurt as much. “Using foul language, touching yourself. You definitely need some discipline in your life.”

I become wet as Diego chastises me.

“Yes, I’ve been very naughty.”
 

I lift my head so I can watch. When he swings the flogger again, it almost feels pleasant.

“I don’t want you talking anymore. Or watching me.”

He stands over me with a ball gag and tells me to open my mouth. He tightens the gag until the ball fills my mouth, immobilizing my tongue. Placing a blindfold over my eyes, he tightens it. My heart beats faster. I can’t move, I can’t talk, and I can’t see. My body is bound and exposed. My nipples harden, and I feel my wetness spilling onto the bondage table.

Diego’s fingers slide across my inner thigh. “The response of a slut.”
 

I try to shift my hips. I want Diego inside me so badly that I’m trying to hump his finger.

He kisses my inner thigh.
 

Heat rushes up my body. Every nerve tingles with anticipation.
 

I scream into the gag for him to take me.

The sound of his boots echoes across the floor. A metal hook rattles along the wall. Heavy thuds from his boots returns toward me.
 

A high-pitch crack thunders across my thigh.
 

I scream and fight against the restraints.

“Relax,” Diego says. “It’s just a riding crop. A good instrument when precision is required.”

The folded leather of the crop snaps in rapid succession along both of my thighs. I scream for Diego to stop. Of course, he can’t understand a word of what I’m saying. Despite the pain, I find myself enjoying this more than I ever thought I would. Diego can do anything he wants to me and there’s no way for me to stop him. I’m a CIA agent with the best training in the world, yet I’ve surrendered all of that, allowing him to fetter me in this helpless position.

He rubs the end of the riding crop against my clit.
 

I moan into the gag.
 

While it usually takes me a while to get myself off, I already feel my legs quivering.
 

The folded leather dances across my clit.
 

Heat rushes to my cheeks.
 

Fuck, this is really going to happen. The instrument that just beat my thighs and caused me so much pain will be the same one that’s going to make me explode with pleasure.

When the impending bliss is only a few seconds away, the riding crop is lifted.
 

I beg and moan into the gag.
 

The leather snaps across my clit.

The burning sensation is made worse by what I expected in its absence. I’m so hot and close to the edge that I’ll go insane if I don’t get off.
 

Diego removes the blindfold and the gag.
 

He stares at me smiling. “How was that?”

My face is soaked in sweat and my pussy throbs. Air rushes in and out of my lungs.

“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to kill you when I get out of these restraints.”

Diego gets the message. He rips off the restraints and tosses me against the floor. I don’t even care that it’s cold and hard. I want him now.
 

I move onto my hands and knees.
 

He grabs my thighs and separates them. His pants are already down around his ankles and his cock is stiff and ready. When he enters me from behind, there’s no build up.
 

He fucks me hard and fast.
 

My body soon becomes an epicenter of pleasure, rippling sensations rocking through me until I can no longer rest on my hands alone.
 

Diego flips me over and lies on top of me.
 

He cradles my head, protecting it from the floor as he continues bringing me to a state of bliss reserved only for gods and goddesses.
 

When he comes, we become, for a brief moment, joined and lost in that same great ecstasy.

We fall onto the floor.
 

I’m totally spent.
 

In a few minutes, we’re at it again.

13

I’m fairly certain that Diego and I have set some kind of world recorded for greatest double round of sex in human history. Hours later, the after-glow is still with me and the nerves in my lips won’t stop buzzing.

Diego checks the assault rifles strewn across the bed.

“So, what am I going to wear?” I ask.
 

“Not much. Probably a robe with lingerie underneath. Peña likes that look.”

“Was it hard for Eduardo to persuade Peña to see me?”

“No. Blondes aren’t often available. You’re a rare breed around here.”

I survey the weapons. Diego has good taste in guns. There’s a mix of ARX-160s and AR-15s. I’m surprised to see an M4 equipped with a grenade launcher. That’s high-powered stuff even for drug lords.
 

“I hope you don’t plan on using all this firepower,” I say. “It might put a hole in my robe.”

Diego smiles. “If we don’t have to fire a single bullet, it will be a good night. But if I must kill the entire Colombian army to get you out safely, then that’s what I’ll do. I can’t lose you, Caroline. I’ve had enough loss in my life.”

I hold his arm and lean close to him. “I know. I feel the same way. It’s funny. This is the first time in a while that I’ve really felt safe, and yet, I’m about to be in one of the most dangerous situations of my life.”

He kisses me on the cheek. “Soon it will be over. Afterwards there will be peace, and you and I can sail around the world.”

“Will it ever really be like that? Won’t there always be another Peña rising through the ranks? And how do you know you can trust Carlos and Ivan? Today they’re your allies, but tomorrow they may be your enemies. I just don’t see there ever being an end to this. We’ll always be running. Neither one of us will ever truly be safe.”