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I haven’t gotten any messages from my team, and for all I know they could be dead, but I do know someone is after us, and right now the only hope for these women is staring me in the face with narrowed steely grey eyes. “I can’t go on record telling you who they are, it’s in my contract, but I can take you to where the trades are made. You can’t take a picture of me or record my voice. If so, they will be able to recognize me, and a world of heat will rain down on all of us,” I say.
“No pics and no voice recordings. You have my word, Marenah,” Matt says, running his fingers through my hair.
Once I lead his team to them, there will be no turning back. “Then let’s go back to America,” I say, watching as his eyes widen with surprise, and then comprehension.
“Marenah, is that why you were in the bar?” Matt says, and I can already see him putting two and two together.
I nod. “The Chicago boys have a hand in this, but they aren’t the ones responsible for the entire system and structure that enables trafficking. Those are the people I want! I only went back to Russia afterwards because I didn’t have backup, and it still hasn’t arrived. I don’t know if it’s still the priority right now, but it is to me,” I say.
He looks solemn for a few moments and places a hand on each side of my face, caressing my cheeks, waiting, knowing there’s more that I’m not saying.
“It means that I’m all alone if we go in,” I say.
He nods. “If you can’t tell me who you’re working for, then I don’t technically know you’re working for anyone for the next twenty-four hours. I’ll get a small group together and we’ll go in and get them out. I’ll clear it with Jay, but you have to know that I’m only going to ask for a day’s window before I’m going to need to let Chase and Brian know what’s going on,” he says.
I nod, fully understanding what he’s not saying. Once he does that, we’re over. It would have to be, unless I could tell him who I am working for, and we both know that just isn’t possible.
The intensity of my emotion for this man is something I’ve never felt before. He’s putting his life and those of his team members on the line to help these people. I know this could get him in trouble with Chase and Brian. I look at the equipment he’s still wearing, and his headset is standard issue. While I’m not sure how he’s connected to the mystery that my life has become, I believe in my heart that I can trust him to help get the women that have become my mission, and keep them alive before we part ways.
“Let me give them instructions so they can get the flights routed and the plans approved,” Matt says, connecting with one of his team. He goes through the directions, letting his teams know we’ll follow their original flight plan while they’re working to get a flight to America approved, refuel, have clothes put on board for us, and then we’ll be on our way. As he does, my throat constricts with the knowledge that tonight may be the very last time we are together.
I look up, and he’s watching me with those steely grey eyes, and the energy is almost palpable.
If this is our last night, I want it to be one that we both remember, regardless of what happens in the future. I slide off the bed and stand to my full height and begin undoing the pearl buttons of my light pink blouse. The desire in his eyes as he watches me while listening to someone on the phone is hot, and I feel my nipples pebble and strain against the lace material of my bra. His eyes don’t leave me, watching every move I make until I have reached the last button, letting it slide from my shoulders and onto the floor. He disconnects with whomever he was talking with and tosses his cell on the dresser, watching me. The heat of his gaze is intoxicating, and I want to see that look grow with intensity. I unclasp the clip to my bra and watch his chest as he gently inhales and exhales as my breasts are freed to his view, and my eyes gravitate to his pants and the bulge that has formed.
There is one thing that I want to do right now, and if I don’t, I will regret it forever, so I don’t hesitate. I unbutton my slacks and slide them over my hips, letting them meet my other clothes in the heap on the floor, and walk slowly toward him, left only in my white lacy panties.
I slowly sink to the floor in front of him, onto my knees, needing to taste him and to feel the power of bringing him to his pleasure. “Let me do this,” I say, looking up at him and relishing in the hazy steely grey eyes that are watching me intently.
I start to unzip him, releasing the bulging cock from his underwear and trousers. I lick it’s tip, just like an ice cream cone. He moans, and the sound alone makes my pussy wet.
“I want to please you. Tell me how you like me to suck you,” I say, licking softly up and down his shaft, teasing until I reach his balls. I am not about to regret or hold back during the last twenty-four hours that we have together, and suck his balls into my mouth, first one and then the other, alternating and intermittently tasting and fondling the crevice that goes right up to his shaft.
He holds my face, and moves me onto his cock, slow, letting me acclimate before inching forward. “Relax your mind and your throat muscles. You can take me, Marenah,” Matt says, inching forward, little by little, until my head is pressed tightly against his belly, ensuring that I have all of his cock in my mouth and down my throat.
He strokes my hair, and then starts to move, grasping my nape and pulling me onto his cock. I’ve never given a blow job like this, a man taking what he wants, pulling me and my mouth onto his cock. At first, I struggle with the rhythm and the feel of him at the back of my throat. Once I relax, the impulse to gag disappears. I just feel him, hard and silky, stroking my mouth, and hear the sound of his groans above me as he drives his cock deeper, seeking his pleasure.
Intermittently he lets me rest, but only short times to catch a breath. “I want to come in your mouth, tell me if you don’t want me to, Princess,” Matt says.
Instead, I suck him hard, trying to take him in deeper, as he sends strand after strand of come deep into the back of my throat, and the way he shudders against me, holding me close, is an exhilarating rush. I suck and nuzzle him, cleaning all the way down his length and then back up again. I could do this forever, but he extracts himself from me and lifts me by the waist, placing me on the bed so I can see our reflections in the full-length mirror before spreading my legs obscenely wide. “Watch Princess,” Matt says as he begins to tease me with his tongue, barely touching at first, but then gently parting me with its warmth.
I moan and raise my hips, but he lifts his head, narrowing his steely grey eyes at me and depriving me of the warmth of his tongue. “We’ll go slow, but I want to control your pleasure. If you move, I’ll be forced to restrain you,” Matt says.
I moan at the thought, unable to control the movement of my hips as he licks me from center to clit. All too soon his tongue has left me, and his belt is wrapping around my wrists, pulling them above my head as he kisses my lips and then sucks back down my body, slow and leisurely, avoiding my mound, instead teasing around it and leaving me in a state of heated desire. He strokes down my thighs and calves with the warmth of his tongue, and I hear myself softly moan as he spreads my legs. The soft material wrapping around my ankle gives me pause and he senses my hesitation. I’ve never been fully restrained, at least voluntarily, and I tense with the knowledge that I will be completely vulnerable to him in this state.
“Don’t be afraid, Princess. I want to teach you how to let me pleasure you. If you don’t like it, tell me to stop,” Matt says, affixing my ankles to the footboard and kissing his way back up my body and calming me. He sucks each of my breasts, taking the tips into his mouth and then nipping them before moving down my body and settling between my legs as he keeps his hand splayed against my belly.
“Let’s start again, and this time you don’t move, otherwise I’ll spank your pussy instead of licking it,” Matt says, before his silky tongue runs over the most sensitive part of my body.
I am able to remain still by sheer will power and nothing more, wanting more than anything to arch into the warmth of his caress.
“Very good, now let’s see if you can stay still and let me take you over the edge,” Matt says, licking me from center to clit again. This time I do, but I can only grasp air with my hands as they are restrained, unable to move, away from the pleasure, and I’m forced to take it as he wants to give it. I moan, determined not to move, to do what he’s asked and let him pleasure me, but I am right on the edge and so needy.
“Matt, I’m so close,” I say, my head tossing from side to side, desperately trying not to raise my hips, but the need is too great and just when I think I’ll break, he sits up, leaving me bereft of his tongue, unties my ankles, lifts my legs above his shoulders, and sends his wrapped cock deep inside of me. He pulls my hips down urgently, rooting deep inside of me, hitting that spot over and over and over again until I am panting with desire. He rubs my clit and it makes me shudder with need. When he feels my body tighten, he drives deeper, making me clench and cry out as we grip each other tighter and tighter and our climax overtakes us.
* * *
I slowly awaken,glancing around the opulent bedroom of the Gulfstream, and pat the side next to me, empty. I turn to look out the windows of the plane on either side of the bed. The sky is dark and ablaze with stars. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite so magnificent. The door opens and disrupts my thoughts, and I turn to look.
