13 comments/ 35281 views/ 45 favorites Deep Undercover By: JouesRouges I thought this was going to be an easy assignment, even though I've been chasing him for years, always mere steps behind. He's like a ghost, a dark shadow taunting me, the one I could never catch. And I finally had a solid lead. It was going to be an easy dinner date, a simple informant handing over useful tips. In and out. I never thought I would find myself here: my arms and legs cold against the metal of the chair that I've been bound to. I can't see any light through my blindfold. All I can hear is a slow drip, the sound of my heart beating in my chest, my breath heavy with fear. This is what I've been trained for. I'm going to find a way out of this. I just have to be patient and wait for my moment. Wait. I hear footsteps, faint. They sound muffled as if behind a door. I must be in a small room. They're getting louder. My breath is catching in my chest. Despite the years of training and exercises, the many dangerous assignments in which I've faced death on numerous occasions, I'm frightened. I've never found myself on the other side, so helpless, so exposed. The door handle is turning. Deep breath. No matter how many of these undercover assignments I've been on, I still get butterflies in my stomach. There is something so exhilarating about using my mind and sex appeal to get information from some unwitting informant. Poor guys never know what hit them. I put the final touch on my makeup and apply a light layer of mascara, adding that last little element to make my green eyes pop. Now for the hair. I finish blowing out my vibrant red mane. Up or down? What does the dress say to do? Asymmetrical black lace with a perfect cut that accentuates my toned curves, falling whistfully to just above my knees. Thin straps, low cut. I think hair down in loose, sexy curls. I do, after all, need him in the palm of my hand if I'm going to get what I need. While I wait for my curling iron to heat, I select a black lace garter and matching bra and panties to pair with nude, lace-topped thigh-high stockings. To truly let that sex appeal work its magic, it's important to feel sexy all the way down to your undergarments. I remember this lesson well from training. I never thought when I decided to become an agent that I would have actual lessons on how to be sexy and fashionable, but it is truly a great weapon. It certainly worked for James Bond. Combine those lessons with elocution, multiple foreign languages, weapons training, hand-to-hand combat in multiple disciplines. When I was recruited by the agency, I never imagined the end result. I was a naïve tomboy, intelligent and fit. Not sexy or worldly by any means. They must have seen something in me that I never did. An hour later I'm finally ready. I slip on my black platform heels and take one final look in the mirror. I feel amazing! I grab my black clutch, throw on a black coat, make a final adjustment to my hair and out the door I go! The car is already waiting downstairs with my team. "Good evening, Madison," Richard says as he opens the rear Towncar door for me. "Richard," I reply as I elegantly climb in. Richard is the team leader, an extremely dark and handsome man in his mid-50s. He's been playing this game for many years, so I trust him implicitly and know he will always lead me the right way. "Did you get a chance to review the file yet?" he asks. "Memorized front to back," I wink at him playfully. "Nervous?" "Come on, Richard. It's so routine it's almost boring." "Yes, but it's so close. You've been chasing Alexander for a long time. We're finally almost there. This 'informant' may have the last of the information we need to capture the son-of-a-bitch." "Indeed." I remember the first time I heard the name - Alexander. It was during my training. It started out as a name being passed around, some young crackshot batting for the other team...not in that way. They had been trying for years to get any information that could about our agency and our government. We didn't know the intention, but many of their informants led us to believe they were looking for a way to borough in, to get control from the inside. Alexander was their best chance, except nobody has ever been able to catch up to him. For a long time we trainees believed he wasn't real, just a fake name meant to throw us off their scent, but we couldn't take the chance that we were wrong. A few of us started really looking into S.I.A.'s (Society of Iniquitus Agents...that's what we called them, at least...officially they had no name) activities and too many pieces started adding up, patterns started emerging and we started to realize tthat hey were due to one S.I.A. Agent : Alexander. Here's what we knew about him : he was very young for such a powerful position in his agency, he managed to never be photographed, an air of fear surrounded all who knew anything about him and he was brilliant. So not much, other than if there was an S.I.A. Agent that we should have been worried about, it was him. Bottom line...he was mine, my nemesis. And I would find him. Now I'm almost there. "We're a few blocks away. This is where I get out," Richard interrupted my reminiscence. "Oh wait...almost forgot." He held out a jewelry case. I loved this part...let's see what Richard managed to hide a recording device in this time. I opened the case to find a gorgeous silver ring with a huge emerald cut black onyx stone. It was beautiful. "We won't have any security on you tonight. This is a low-level informant, although he does have vital information. Our intel says that if anything happens, you can take him," he winks as he slides the ring onto my index finger. "Ok got it. Like I said, piece of cake. We'll meet up at the usual rendezvous after?" I ask. "Sounds good. And best of luck. Everett will park within a few blocks, as usual, so just text him when you're done," he motions to Everett, who nods in acknowldgement. I can't help but smile. Ah Everett, always a man of few words. "See you soon, Richard. Dinner's on me, boys," I smile and wink reassuringly. Richard closes the door and nods at me through the dark tinted window. A few moments later we're pulling up outside of a little French restaurant on the upper west side. Despite the busy block, this place is always extremely quiet and intimate, a good environment to stealthily coerce a lot of information. I have found in all of my years of interviewing informants and interrogation that the setting can make all the differene. "Good luck, Mad," Everett's standard one-liner at the start of every mission. "Thanks, Everett. See you soon," I smile as I climb out of the Towncar. There is a chill in the air and I can hear the faint sound of thunder in the distance. A storm is coming. "Good evening, Miss Whitting," the pretty, young hostess greets me with a smile. "Sarah, how are you this evening? How are classes?" I like to know everything about the people who surround me. I have files on the entire staff. Sarah is studying urban design at Columbia, an incredibly together and focused young woman. "Wonderful, Miss Whitting, thank you for asking. May I take your coat?" I hand her my black coat and immediately feel radiant now that I'm rid of that layer. "Your party is already seated. Right this way." Sarah leads me to my usual table in the corner of the restaurant. The space is very low lit and romantic with a quiet classical soundtrack playing in the background. My breath catches as my informant comes into focus. The candlight highlights his handsomely rugged face in all the right ways. The stubble on his sweeping jawline perfectly complements the shaved sides of his swept back dirty blonde hair. He has a modern 1930s look. The fire catches in his ice blue eyes as they meet mine. He stands cooly and extends his hand, "Em, I presume?" He has an accent that I can't place. Wait! It's Swedish! Despite my ability to speak 7 languages, a man is still never sexier than with an accent. My butterflies find their way down to the apex of my thighs as my code name falls from his lips (let's just say it's been a while). I decide to greet him in his native language, "Hello, Adam. It's a pleasure." He smiles and replies in Swedish, "My compliments on your linguistics. The pleasure is all mine." I can't help but blush as his eyes follow the curves of my body, examining every inch. Sarah looks as if she may faint as he makes his way between us to pull out my chair. As he brushes the bare skin of my arm, I am seduced by his scent. What is that? ...vanilla, spices and...leather. I sit and he gently pushes my chair, lingering behind me just long enough to make me a little nervous. He smiles warmly and confidently as he takes his seat across from me. Sarah nervously hands us each a menu and takes my drink order, unable to take her eyes off Adam. I've never been so unnerved by an informant. As I order my martini, I can feel his eyes piercing into me. I feel transparent and exposed. I'm usually the one taking people off-guard. "It's such a pleasure to finally meet you," Adam begins, "You're very respected in many circles, but I must say nothing I've heard of your beauty does you any justice." My blush deepens, "Thank you very much. It's a pleasure to meet you as well. I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know it does come with a certain risk, but I assure you that you will be provided with protection if you'd like." Adam's smile widens, "I don't think that will be necessary, but I do appreciate the gesture." "You're very welcome. So am I detecting a Göteborgska dialect?" "Very impressive, Em. I grew up in Gothenburg. My father was Swedish, a tram operator, which is how he met my mother, a student from Finland. She had just moved to Gothenburg to attend the university and ended up on the wrong tram. My father, young himself but without the financial opportunities to attend college, noticed that she kept staring at her map and trying to figure out if she should get off. When an opportunity presented itself he innocently offered to help, and the rest is history." "That's such a lovely story," I feel as if I'm under some sort of spell as I am lost in his words, "One doesn't hear of chance meetings which lead to a love story like that often." He looked at me sincerely and intensely, "No, sadly, one doesn't. But I certainly believe in love. I even believe in love at first sight." I can't breathe.This man is taking my breath away. "Your martini, Miss Whitting, and your whiskey, sir." Oh thank you, Sarah, for interrupting! Much more and I may have fainted. "And are you ready to order?" Sarah is still staring at Adam, hoping for her own chance love story. Adam hasn't taken his eyes from mine, "Em, would you care for some oysters?" "Oysters would be lovely, "I can't even think straight, let alone decide on something to eat! "Let's start with those and see how we're feeling," Adam says, finally turning to Sarah and giving her a wink. She doesn't even have words to reply, but simply smiles and scurries away quickly. What is it about this man!? Adam turns back to me, "I love a good aphrodisiac, don't you?" "Ah yes," I reply shyly, "Oysters are an excellent aphrodisiac, although I'm not sure I completely buy into the whole concept of a food causing arousal." "I think there is something to it, however, I think it is absolutely more about the chemistry between two people. But if that electricity is already so palpable, why not continue to feed it?" he leans in closer, his gaze intensifying. I can feel every bit of my body tingling. Does he mean the electricity that I'm feeling between my legs? Most women might have been put off from the way that Adam was making me feel, and the conversation on a first meeting. But I was enjoying it. And, frankly, this would do nothing but help me get the information that I was seeking. We continued this tit for tat exchange all the way through the oysters and our second round of drinks. Adam barely took his eyes from me and watched every move that I made intently, as if he was a lion stalking in the brush, learning my behaviors and waiting to strike. I had him in the palm of my hand, and it was time to go in for the kill. "Oh, Adam, I'm having such a wonderful time, " I lean in toward the candlelight and stare at the fire dancing in his eyes, "But it could get even better if you tell me what you know about him." Adam takes a sip of his whiskey, leaning slowly forward and smiles. "Ah and we get down to business. I suppose the pleasantries could only last for so long, " he cautiously lowers his voiceas he continues, "I hear he's coming to New York City." "When?" "Unfortunately, the information isn't that specific, but supposedly some time in the next week or two. He has business to attend to with some foreign investors. And he's looking to have a good time while he's here." "A good time?" "He's contacted a few entertainment services for women. Perhaps that could be your in? His tastes are...well, let's just say they require stamina and docility." "We don't need to discuss specifics, Adam. Getting to the entertaining portion of the evening would never happen, I assure you. But this is incredibly helpful." He smiles impudently and takes another sip of his whisky, his eyes not leaving mine. I can feel myself blushing. How is he making me feel so unglued!? He sets his drink down gently, "I see." "Do you have the names of those entertainment companies?" "I do. I have them written down." He reaches into his dark grey jacket pocket and gently puts a folded piece of paper on the table. With his index finger, he slides it across the white linen table cloth. I reach down to pick it up, but he doesn't remove his finger. I look at him questioningly, unflinching. "You're incredibly beautiful, Em." His comment confuses me, but I don't waver, "Thank you, Adam." I smile, showing him he is not shaking my confidence, unsure of what game he is playing. He smiles back and removes his index finger slowly. I pick up the folded paper and start to part the corners. "Before you open it," he stops my momentum, "Are you sure you want to face off with him?" "I've been waiting a long time, and I've never been so sure of anything in my life. He's mine." He smiles knowingly, as I unfold the paper and read the text: I've been waiting a long, long time to meet you, Madison. Now you're going to take off your ring and hand it to me with this piece of paper. Then you're going to come with me to my car without any debate. I have people planted all over the restaurant and I will hurt innocents if necessary. Confusion washes over me as I piece it all together. Fuck. I look up to meet my informant's bemused stare. His lips are slightly parted with a sinister smile. He reaches his hand across the table to me, "It's a pleasure to meet you finally, Madison. My name is Alexander. It would seem that you are incorrect. You are, in fact, mine." My voice is lost. Without turning my head I glance quickly around the restaurant to the laughing couples, the family of five with a baby. I can't let anything happen to these people. My job is to protect them. I look back at my nemesis as he pulls my hand to his lips and kisses it gently, a sinister smile forming. I don't have any words. My voice is caught in my throat. With his other hand he slides the onyx ring from my finger, takes the note and puts it in the candle flame until it's all but destroyed. I think I'm in shock. I pull my hand away as he fishes two $100 bills from his pocket and puts them on the table. While he stands and comes toward me, I'm in a haze, thoughts racing through my mind. I've been trained for all kinds of situations, but I have no idea what to do. Can I escape? Not without someone getting hurt. If I go with him, it wouldn't take long before Richard and Everett realized I was missing. They will find me, surely. How did I not realize!? I don't even detect him behind my chair leaning down to me until I feel his breath on my ear, "Stop thinking, Madison. There is no way other than mine. I assure you that I won't hurt these people if you do as I say, and I've no intention of harming you, my dear. Now stand casually and come with me." I realize as he slides my chair out that my choice is simple: I must do as he says. I stand and smooth my silky lace dress down as he puts his hand on the small of my back and leads me toward the door, where Sarah stands seemingl puzzled. "Oh! Leaving already? Was everything satisfactory?" Sarah inquires. I still have no voice. "Everything was wonderful, thank you," Alexander says cooly, "May we have our coats?" He gentlemanly drapes my coat over my shoulders and takes his own as he leads me toward the door. "Goodnight, Miss Whitting," Sarah calls after me. Finding a tiny voice I reply, "Good night, Sarah. Thank you." Alexander nods and smiles in approval at my attempt to act normally. The crisp night air shocks me awake as we step out onto the sidewalk. It feels a thicker as tiny drops of rain fall onto my head. The storm. Alexander puts his right arm around my back, gripping each arm firmly as he leads me away from the restaurant, "My car is right over there." We approach a dark limo parked right outside of the restaurant. The driver is standing by the rear door, expressionless in a suit and sunglasses. Alexander stops me as we stand over a subway grate, and he drops the ring down between the cold metal into a dark abyss. As the driver opens the door I realize, This is my last chance. I can run now, but I won't get away. He has his arms around me. My thoughts are interrupted by Alexander's smooth, bourbon-like voice speaking French, "Give that brilliant mind a rest, Madison. You can't escape me. You can get in, or I can make you get in. And trust me, the latter would be extremely enjoyable for me, but probably not so much for you." His hot breath on my ear ripples through my body like waves, tickling every sensation that has long been asleep. This man is taking me. He's kidnapping me, and yet I'm turned on. I flush with this realization, ashamed by my lack of professionalism, the betayal of my body. I nod, taking a deep breath of the night air as the rain starts to fall hard. This could be the last fresh air I ever breathe. I climb into the back of the limo and slide across to the far side, as Alexander effortlessly gets glides in next to me, and the door closes. All of the blood is drained from my face. My heart is pounding. Alexander considers me, "Champagne?" My mouth drops open, "Champagne!? You're kidnapping me...and you're offering me champagne!?" Alexander looks amused, "Well, yes." "I'd rather not, thank you." "Well, I'm having a glass. This is a triumphant moment for both of us, really. You've finally found me...and I've finally found you. In all of these years, we've been searching for each other. We should celebrate." "Forgive me if I don't feel very celebratory at the moment." The bubbles in the glass being poured look inviting. I want to dive in and disappear amongst them. I grab the now-full glass from Alexander's hand and swallow it all down in one gulp. He smiles and refills my glass as he pours his own, "To us. Together." I sneer as he clinks his glass to mine, and I take another big gulp. "You swallow well, my dear," he chuckles. I feel my face flush as I shoot him a wide-eyed look of emarrassment. "No need to be ashamed. It was meant as a compliment." I can't believe he just said that! I narrow my eyes at him and the only retort I have is, "You have no idea." Amused and surprised, his mouth drops open as he leans toward me and grips my chin with his free hand. His eyes burn into mine, "Don't tease me, my dear. I can put that mouth to better use than that." Deep Undercover I'm breathing hard and heavy, and I can feel my panties becoming soaked with anticipation. My body, my betrayer, the real informant. Informing him that I'm behaving like a slut in heat! I've never felt so vulnerable and so...alive. "Don't be ashamed if you need to cry, but I won't stop until I reach ten" he whispers reassuringly to me. Cry!? How hard is he planning to spank me!? I feel his right hand gently caressing my right butt cheek over the lace of my panties. Then suddenly...SMACK! "Oh!" I let out a cry of surprise. That is hard! My ass is stinging in pain. Then another immediately following on my left cheek! "Ah!" I cry out. Three more follow quickly, alternating sides. I cry out with each impact. We are only halfway there! I've not been spanked since I was a small child, but never like this and never this hard! It hurts! My cheeks are burning, and pain is searing down my thighs. But I've never been so turned on in all my life. As the thoughts race through my head, I feel an orgasm start to build, and I fight it back as hard as I can. I start to breathe harder. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I start to cry, but not from the pain. I'm ashamed, ashamed that I'm turned on by such a sadistic act. Only two to go, and the tears are silently streaming. I want to...come! I'm shaking, trying to keep my body from betraying me! SMACK! Oh god. I can't help it! I'm going to come! "It's okay, Madison. Let go! Don't hold back. Come for me," Alexander's seething encouragement pushes me over the edge as his hand comes down in the final SMACK! "Ahhhh Nooo!" I cry out, as I come harder than I've ever come before. I'm convulsing as waves of the orgasm hit me one after the next. I can't believe what's happening to me! He didn't even touch me...there! As I continue to come, I feel Alexander's arms around me, pulling me to his lap so that I'm straddling him, his throbbing erection pressing through his slacks and rubbing through my soaking panties as the waves continue. I'm moaning and breathing hard as he looks deeply into my red eyes. He can see that I was crying! Before I can be embarrassed, his lips are on mine and he pushes his tongue into my mouth, hard. I can't resist any more. Fuck it! I meet his tongue with mine, and they dance together in a passionate exchange of lust and desire. As I come down from my high and our kiss slowly ends, I don't dare open my eyes. We press our foreheads against each other, and Alexander says, "Jesus, Madison! I've known for a long time that you would be mine. And you are... you are mine." I refuse to say it, but I would be lying if I said I didn't feel it too. After only a few hours since we first met, and with no logic whatsoever, this man, my enemy...I am...his. I don't even know how much time passes as we sit, foreheads against one another, as we struggle to catch our breath. I can still feel Alexander's erection pressing hard through my panties. I don't dare open my eyes to face what's just happened: this man who I just met hours ago, but who I've been after for years...I know him better than anyone...just bent me over his knees, soaking wet in every possible way, and spanked me. Hard. And I...came. I feel more awake and more alive than I've ever felt in my entire life. What am I doing!? Without any other movement, Alexander reaches around behind me and unlocks the handcuffs and gently rubs my wrists. As I reach my hands up to touch his neck, he moves quickly to intercept, locking his hands around my forearms and pushing me gently so that I am staring into his smoldering eyes. How can they look so savage and yet so tender at the same time? He looks at me sternly. I feel like there is something on the tip of his tongue, something important, but he guides me off his lap so that I'm sitting next to him, stands and walks to the wall of built-ins in the room. He pulls a black t-shirt and jeans for himself and a white terrycloth robe, which he hands to me, "Put this on and join me in the main cabin. We will be taxi-ing to take off any moment." His eyes are suddenly stern and serious, as they were earlier. With that, he is through the door, and I am left still damp and confused in so many ways. What the fuck...why did I just come!? I can't dwell on this. This man is my enemy. I have to pull myself together and go take my seat. I'm on the plane now and there is nothing that I can do about it. Besides, this may be the opportunity that I've been waiting for, the in to find out what they are planning and how I can stop them. I have to make this work to my advantage. I go to work removing the clips from my garter and pulling down my thigh-highs. They are soaking wet from the rain, and it feels so good to have them off. I hesitate at taking off my bra and panties, but they need to dry. Especially the panties, I snidely think to myself. I take a minute to check the mirror, wipe off the makeup that's run down my face and pull a comb that I find sitting on a shelf through my dripping hair. I barely recognize myself. Pull it together. I can't let him know he's gotten to me at all. I take a deep breath and head into the main cabin. I find Alexander on his cell, seated in one of the plush beige leather seats against a window. He's having a serious conversation in a language that I'm not familiar with, naturally. So much for getting any information there. But damn does he make that black v-neck t-shirt and jeans look good! His features have softened again as he flashes me a reassuring smile and motions for me to take the seat facing him. A stewardess appears from nowhere placing two cups and saucers with hot tea on the table between us. Where did she come from? Why have I dropped my guard so much that a stewardess can sneak up on me? Alexander hangs up his phone and thanks the stewardess, who returns his kindness with a shameless expression of desire as she says, "We are taxi-ing out now, sir. The captain asks that you please put on your seatbelts." "Sure, Veronica," Alexander ignores her obvious craving, not taking his eyes from me. As I click my seatbelt ends together, I glance up at Veronica, who flashes me a cheeky look as she starts toward the cockpit. Clearly she's unaware that if I wanted to I could have a fistful of that raven hair in a second and snap her neck like a twig. I smile at my childishly amusing thought and realize that Alexander hasn't broken his gaze. He seems to be reading my mind as the corners of his mouth are drawn up into a matching smirk. He picks up his cup of tea and motions toward me to drink mine, "Welcome aboard my jet." I am suddenly aware once again that I'm being kidnapped and taken to an undisclosed location, "Where are you taking me?" "To my home. I think it's the safest place to keep you for the time being." "Until?" "Until we get what we want and you're no longer useful," he has an amazing ability to go from cordial to catty in the span of a second. As I lift my cuphis eyes have locked onto the red marks around my wrists. "Once we've taken off I'll have Veronica fetch some ice for your wrists." My wrists are the least of my concern. "How long is the flight?" I try to get a sense of where we are going. I need to collect as much intel as possible to report back to the agency at the first opportunity. "It's just under six hours," thunder and lightning crash outside as we continue to taxi, "Might be a bumpy ride." As I take another sip of tea, I am suddenly feeling very sluggish. The tea! "Did you put something in this?" I can't believe I was so careless! Where is my head!? Alexander takes another sip and looks at me almost sympathetically, "Just a little something to help you relax, maybe even sleep." I stare at the half-empty cup, mentally beating myself up for being so clueless. I look up to meet Alexander's stare, "I apologize, Madison, but I have to take precautions to protect myself and our cause." "And what exactly is your cause, Alexander?" "I'm sorry, my dear, but that's not your concern." "Then why am I here?" I feel as if my words are becoming more and more spaced out as I speak. "Well, aside from the fact that I want you here," he leans forward with a wicked grin, "And I always get what I want. You are vitally important to the Agency. And that means you will be more useful to us than any intel we could possibly obtain otherwise. They will give us whatever we want to get you back unharmed." "That's where...you're...wrong. They won't...trade information for...me. You...should...know...better...than...that.." I am incredibly dizzy and can barely think to speak. Alexander sits back and wickedly grins, "We shall see." My world goes dark. I hear...silence. I slowly open my eyes, but everything is blurred, save the soft glow of a cool light all around me. Where am I? Jesus my head! As things finally come into focus, I can see my surroundings. I'm lying on a large, modern four poster bed. I'm naked, covered only by a thin, white silk sheet. In front of me and to both sides are full walls of glass open to a dense forest beyond. I'm below the top of the tree line, but high above the ground. "Do you like the view?" I hear Alexander's now-familiar voice behind me. "It's beautiful," I sit up, taking care to hold the sheet over my breasts with one hand. I don't turn around. "I agree, although right now we both have very different views," I can hear him approaching my side. "You continue to flatter me, even after you've taken me prisoner," I continue to stare straight ahead. "You're my guest, Madison," Alexander sits beside me on the bed, facing me rather than the woods, a look of sincerity on his face. "A guest is invited, not drugged and taken against her will. And she certainly isn't stripped naked while she's unconscious without prior consent." "Semantics," a coy smile slowly appears. I have to fight to keep from smiling myself. Frankly, I'm not angry that I've been taken. I'm inside. I'm further in than any agent has ever gotten. He reaches for two pills and a glass of water on the side table and hands them to me. "Are you knocking me out again already?" I ask sarcastically. He smiles, "Not at all. I thought perhaps you'd have a headache from the drugs. It's just some ibuprofin." "Thank you," I smile appreciatively as I take the pills and chase them with the entire full glass of water. Apparently whatever he gave me makes you extremely thirsty in addition to a splitting headache. Alexander smiles as he reaches to take the glass for me, "Like I said, you swallow so well." I feel myself turn scarlet at compliment (well he said he meant it as a compliment). It suddenly occurrs to me, "Did you undress me, Alexander?" "I did, but I didn't see you naked," he can clearly tell I'm puzzled, "It was dark and I didn't turn on the light. I also put you under the sheet and then removed the robe. At no time did I violate your modesty." I can't help but smile at his attempt at being a gentleman, "Well thank you for that." "You shouldn't thank me. My motivations were purely selfish," he admits as he leans closer, "When I see you naked, I want you awake and aware that my eyes are drinking you in. I want the memory of our first sexual encounter burned into your brain like a seething brand." I'm feeling that familiar feeling between my legs, "Did we not already have a sexual encounter?" "Ah and the elephant is acknowledged. I wasn't sure if you'd admit that your punishment was sexual in nature, Madison. This is very telling." Now I'm offended, "What's so telling about it? You made me remove my dress, cuffed me, bent me over your knee and spanked me!" "A lot of people wouldn't consider that sexual. A lot of 'vanilla' people would consider that a violation or an assault. The fact that you consider it otherwise is what's telling." And now I'm embarrassed. What can I say to that? "At first..." I'm too embarrassed to continue. "At first?" I can't say it. I look at Alexander imploringly. Please don't make me admit this. "Madison, I want you to say it. I want you to know this is not something you should be ashamed of. Ever." "But I am." "Ashamed that something you didn't think would bring you pleasure would? Or are you ashamed that I, your mortal enemy, am the one who brought you pleasure? Or is it that I was the one who awakened that dark side of you that you kept buried deep down for years?" Perhaps all of those. I can't bear to say it out loud. My eyes well with shame. I can't look at him. I find a leaf on a tree outside and focus on it. I feel him lean closer toward me, the side of his waist against my lightly-covered legs. He places his left hand over my lap so that he's leaning on it, and I feel his right hand on the back of my head, gathering my hair into his fist. I'm breathing hard again. How does he make me feel this way!? Gripping my hair tightly, he pulls my head back so that my neck is exposed and I'm facing toward him. He leans in and begins planting gentle kisses all over my neck, tracing a path until he's at my ear when he whispers, "Madison, don't be frightened. I will never judge you. I know you enjoyed it. You came for me without my even touching your beautiful pussy. Do you have any idea how happy that made me?" I can't hold them in any more. With that gentle nudge of encouragement, even from him of all people, the dam bursts and the tears stream down my face. He pulls a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and gently wipes them away with a soothing, "Shhh..." I'm under his spell again, and I close my eyes. I can't resist, and I can't fight back my reply, "I couldn't help it. You made me feel in a way that I've never felt before. I tried to fight it, but I couldn't." "Madison, there hasn't been a moment since we locked eyes that I haven't been thirsting for you. Do you want me to kiss you again?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes. Please!" "We'll settle with please for now." I open my weepy eyes to meet Alexander's intense and longing gaze. He moves his left hand to my neck and holds me still as he moves in and softly kisses my lips. He tastes of vanilla. He backs away and looks deep into my eyes. Without warning he's on top of me, spreading my legs beneath the sheets with his own. Our tongues are intertwined in the most intense and passionate kiss I've ever shared with someone. I can feel the sunlight warming my left breast as the sheet slides off, leaving it exposed. I grab fistfuls of his hair in my hands and move my hips to meet his as he pins me with them. I'm lost in a current of euphoria and lust as our mouths continue their glorious dance. Without warning I hear the bedroom door burst open far behind the bed and we are violently interrupted by an unfamiliar but intense voice, "Sir!" "WHAT IS IT!? HOW DARE YOU BARGE IN WITHOUT KNOCKING! I SAID I WASN'T TO BE DISTURBED!" I've never seen this side of Alexander, but then I've known him for less than twenty-four hours. I'm starting to understand from where the authoratativeness and fear-inducing rumors emerged. The unfamiliar voice becomes timid and shaky, "Sir, I'm so sorry, but he's on the line and said you were to be interrupted no matter what. It's extremely urgent." Alexander visibly calms but is still obviously pissed, "Get out, close the door and tell him I will be there momentarily. And for future calls, this is my home and my rules, and requests are not to be superceded by anyone. Is that understood?" "Yes, sir. I apologize," the timid-voiced man leaves the room hurriedly and closes the door behind him. Alexander stares after him, at the closed door beyond the headboard, catching his breath as I watch from my position lying on the bed, unnerved by that side of him that just unmasked itself. After a few moments of slowing his breath he looks down at me. He's all business again. "Madison, as you heard I have some pressing matters to attend to." He sits back and stands, brushing his hair back and catching a glimpse of my bare breast. A momentary juvenile grin flashes on his face. I'm suddenly embarrassed. I feel as if I'm intruding. I sit up, covering my breast again with the sheet as Alexander gives me a verbal tour of the room, "The bathroom is behind you to the left of the bedroom door. You'll find everything you need in there to take a hot bath or a shower and freshen up adequately. The closet is to the right of the bedroom door opposite the bathroom. I took the liberty of having it fully stocked for you." How long is he planning to keep me here!? I try to match his seriousness to mask my disappointment in our moment being interrupted, "Thank you, Alexander. I'm sure I can find what I need." He continues, "The house is free range for you. You may go out onto the terrace and use the pool, but please don't try to go beyond that. There are guards, scattered around the perimeter, as well as a state-of-the-art security system, and you won't get far. My land is quite substantial. As long as you behave, you may go anywhere in the house you wish and make yourself at home. And, please, no more suicide attempts." "I wasn't-" "Just agree so that I don't have to throw you in a cell in the basement. I would hate to have to do that..for now." "Agreed." I'm confused by the end of that sentence, but this thought is lost as his face softens and he leans toward me. He reaches out and strokes my hair with his right hand, "I may have to leave for a few hours, but please help yourself to anything in the kitchen. You must be starved. I'm hoping we can dine together tonight." "That would be lovely," I can't help but smile. Am I seriously falling for the enemy in less than twenty-four hours!? Clearly my training is fucking useless. "Indeed. Until then...see you later, Madison." "I look forward to it, Alexander." With that he's up and headed for the door. I don't dare turn around and show him the disappointment on my face as I hear the door handle turn and him exiting. "Oh and one more thing. You're not to touch yourself while I'm gone. And please...call me Alex," he says and closes the door quickly behind him. I can't help but smile. Alex.