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  I sit up slightly to pull off my top, and when I lie back down, Jaxon takes care of my skirt.

  “You’re gorgeous”, he says, taking a moment to admire me. I don’t tell him the same, even though I’m thinking it. With his shirt off his muscles look even more defined, like a master sculptor has chipped his torso out of stone.

  I slide my hands across the muscles of his abdomen, trace the grooves of his Adonis belt with teasing kisses, and then pull him flat against me to feel his weight press me against the mattress. Like everything else on his body, his bulge is not insignificant, and when he finally removes his pants, I can barely take my eyes off it. I try and hide my reaction, but he’s already caught me looking, mouth wide open in astonishment, desire seeping out of every pore on my body like sweat.

  Jaxon attempts to smile sheepishly, but it’s clear he’s not only proud of his body, he knows exactly the kind of reaction it produces in the women he brings to bed. There are tattoos on either side of his torso that look like military symbols, and he has a scar that runs the line of one of his ribs that looks like an arrow pointing to his midriff.

  He could be police, special ops, delta force or just a gym junkie with a childhood scar but I’m not going to ask him because that answer isn’t important right now.

  He tries to take down my panties but I don’t let him. Instead I wriggle my way out from underneath him and push him to the bed. Jaxon puts his hands up behind the back of his head, while his dick throbs hard against the lining of his boxer shorts.

  I go to it, like a love sick teenager on her first date with the captain of the football team. Jaxon is happy to let me please him, while for me this is all about showing who is truly in control here. As sexy as Jaxon is, and as much as he’s making my panties melt with the little effort it’s taking, right now I’ve got to remind myself that he’s just a regular guy like any other that just happens to have a perfect body. I’m not going to massage his ego, I’m not going to tell him how perfect he is, and I’m definitely not going to give him the pleasure of thinking he’s the best I’ve ever had. I’m going to suck his dick because I can’t think of anything else I’d prefer to be doing right now, and then I’m going to slide it so deep inside me it makes me moan. If he comes, it’ll be because I want him to, not because it’s a natural conclusion to what I’ve agreed to by letting him in here in the first place. No matter how wet my pussy is, no matter how much I want him to dominate me, no matter how good it feels having him overwhelm me with his power.

  His dick is beyond perfect, which doesn’t surprise me in the slightest. If the rest of his body is anything to go by, the fact his cock is already granite hard, tastes so good I want to suck it all night and fits so snugly into my hands and mouth I could allow myself to believe it was designed specifically for me in mind, stands perfectly to reason.

  I cast his boxer shorts to the corner of the room as though performing the same action for the hundredth time and then just sit there for a while to appreciate him. When I feel like I can’t resist anymore, I pounce on him like a wild cat might do already trapped prey, with every intention to keep it alive long enough to keep playing.

  I lick, nibble, bite and suck his throbbing dick, teasing him carefully with my tongue before my desire gets the better of me and I begin feeding more and more of his thick perfection into my mouth. Heat pounds between my legs in waves that make me feel like I’m floating, and every so often the sensation is so good I can’t help but moan. Jaxon watches me gorge myself on his dick with an expression of smug satisfaction, and it only serves to make me want to suck him harder, feed more and more of him inside the warmth of my mouth, and tease him to the very edge of losing composure.

  I nestle the tip of my tongue against the bundle of nerve endings that connect his shaft to his crown, and tease his sensitivity with repeated lashings, before wanking him gently into my mouth with one hand while massaging his balls with the other.

  It’s too good for Jaxon to hold back, and finally I hear him moan with pleasure. “Are you trying to make me come?” he gasps.

  My panties are sticky with my own cum, my nipples rock hard and incredibly sensitive. I discard my clothes like throwaway items I’m never going to need again and push Jaxon back to the bed when he tries to reach for me. I straddle him, giving the impression I’m about to slide him inside me, before I push my way further up his body and the look in his eyes tells me he knows exactly what I want.

  I crouch above his mouth, both hands on the bedstead and let Jaxon take hold of my thighs to pull me down towards him. His tongue feels like it’s made of fire, and when he runs it along my slit in an investigative stroke, I feel thunder break inside me. My moan rattles in my chest and I have to fight hard against it not to succumb completely. Jaxon smiles up at me, his lips wet with my juices. “Oh you like that?” he says, the answer fucking obvious.

  I fight against him to take control again, allowing him to rest his hands on my thighs but only if he refrains from pulling me towards his tongue. I drop my pussy into his mouth when I want to, I allow his tongue up inside my throbbing hole when I decide I need it, and I rub my pussy hard against his lips when I can’t hold myself back anymore.

  The sensation is out of this world. Jaxon makes my whole body fizz with what seems like perfectly coordinated movements of his lips and tongue, and within what feels like minutes of letting him pleasure me, I’m riding the waves of an oncoming orgasm. From time to time I have to pause to catch my breath, while Jaxon waits patiently for me to regain my composure enough to continue again, never pushing me too hard to do things the way he might want, always listening to what my body is trying to tell him.

  I’ve never seen my clitoris so erect, never felt so much pleasure without an orgasm immediately overriding it, never been taken to the edge for so long before with the promise of so much more to come.

  I hold on for as long as I can like this, my entire body trembling like a leaf in the wind, my heart skipping a thousand beats and hitting the ones it does at a million miles an hour, before there is nothing else left for me to do. I pull away from him, light headed and throbbing with pleasure, while Jaxon smiles casually, not even breaking a sweat.

  “Come if you want”, he says. “There’s no point in fighting it.”

  I ignore him, reposition myself and prepare to mount him, my knees just about holding me in position long enough to make sure he can see me sliding his dick inside me. The point of penetration is so good it makes me shudder, and while heat rages like wildfire through every ounce of my flesh, I withdraw him to do it again, just to show I’m serious.

  I squat above him like this for a while, his huge dick pushing my pussy wide, thicker than anything I’ve ever had before, but the perfect size for just how turned on he’s making me. It’s not like he’s done anything exceptional either, except that everything about him is exceptional, and as much as I want to, I can’t deny what he’s making me feel.

  It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone in my bed, and I’ve never had anyone like Jaxon before.

  I drop my knees to let gravity fold my body down onto him, and while Jaxon continues to smile at me like the cat that got the cream, I roll my hips forward and drive his dick up inside me as deep as it can possibly go.

  As I thrust forward onto it, I can feel the impact of his dick echo out across my entire body in an incredible, insistent wave of dull, throbbing pleasure that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and uncontrollable moans tremble across my lips. Until now, I’ve never really understood it when people say that sometimes making love can be so good it truly feels like two people are becoming one, but right now, pressed flat against Jaxon’s chest, his arms holding me protectively and his dick like an extra one of my organs, I feel like never a truer word has been spoken.

  When Jaxon takes control and expertly rolls me over, one leg locked into mine so he doesn’t come out of me, I haven’t got enough energy left inside me to resist, and nor do I want to. I feel like I’ve not
only underestimated him, I’ve also overestimated my own abilities to keep up with him.

  I feel like a novice in the company of an expert, a neophyte trying to trick a specialist, and my weak ruse is about to spectacularly blow up in my face. The last thing I want Jaxon to think is that he’s indispensable, but with sex as good as this, I’m worried I might not have a choice.

  Missionary lasts as long as he wants it to, my orgasm held at bay only because Jaxon seems to possess a near supernatural power to control the way my body reacts even more than I can. He pushes me to the edge, holds me there as long as he feels like he wants to, and when I think I’m about to explode into a million pieces, like an allergy sufferer finally catching that long sought after sneeze at the end of a spiral of anticipation, he pauses, smiles in that effortlessly casual way he has and moves us both into a different position.

  We cycle through missionary, doggy, froggy, reverse cowgirl, and a myriad of other positions I don’t even know the names of, some of which include us moving from the bed to the desk or have him holding me up against my wall until the windows shake so violently I think the whole house is about to come tumbling down around us, and I don’t care because what he’s making me feel is absolutely out of this word, before finally, as though it was my decision all along, he says to me, “are you ready to come?”

  It feels like every single atom of my body is hosting the kind of electrical storm that knocks whole cities into hours of darkness. It feels like I’ve just discovered what the other ninety six percent of the brain is for and what people really mean by out of body experiences. Needless to say, in the six years I’ve spent as a sexually active adult, I’ve never experienced anything that comes even a million miles close to it.

  I come so hard I think I’m going to explode, but it’s so good I literally can’t wait for my body to break into tiny little pieces so this throbbing wave of ecstasy has enough room to play in. I feel like I’ve got an entire universe’s worth of orgasmic bliss trapped inside me, and nowhere near enough room to hold it all in.

  I moan like a wild animal, I tremble and shudder as Jaxon holds me protectively against his chest, and I mumble incoherently, like I’ve just woken up from an erotic dream and I don’t know where I am. My entire body is so sensitive, even the slightest movement threatens to send me tumbling into a spiral of ecstasy again, so I try to keep as still as possible, not because I don’t want to feel that sensation again, but for fear that if I do I might not have enough strength to survive it, because right now my body feels totally exhausted, in the most amazing way possible.

  Forget fireworks, that was like being at the centre of an entire star system collapsing. It was so good, I have no idea if it’s even possible to improve upon.

  I don’t know how much time passes before I’ve got enough energy again to ask him. “Did you come?” I say, the words barely more that shards of whispers that sound like they are coming from a completely different person altogether.

  “Not yet”, Jaxon says calmly. “But that’s alright. We’ve got all night, after all.”

  I lift my head to see if he’s joking, and it doesn’t take more than a second to realize he’s not.

  “You’re unbelievable”, I say, the words out before I have a chance to take them back. Rule number one on a night like this with a guy like this is not to massage his ego at all costs, and I’ve failed at the first hurdle.

  “Thank you”, Jaxon says. “I think that was a little bit longer than ten seconds.”

  “Not bad”, I say, the position of my head hiding my smile. “But could be improved.”

  “Is that a challenge?” Jaxon asks.

  “Maybe”, I say, a little shrug of my shoulders an indication I plan to give as little away as possible. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

  We spend the rest of the night fucking, which is something I only thought happened in romance novels and porn films where all of the main characters have taken so much viagra and coke there’s nothing else for them to do, and I lose count of how many times he makes me come.

  In less than six hours he blows away my three year relationship, the handful of other guys I’ve slept with and every other expectation I have of what is possible. It’s perfect, in every way, and I almost manage to convince myself there’s a possibility I was wrong about him, right up until the sun streaming through the gap in the curtains wakes me up, and I stretch out to find he’s gone.

  No note, no number, no nothing.

  One minute he’s taking me on an all inclusive cruise right to the heart of planet pleasure and the next he’s just like every other man I hoped he’d turn out not to be.

  I curse myself for believing, and then close my eyes and lose myself in the memory of the night before, his scent still strong enough on the pillow beside me to make my pussy throb hard with desire.

  Chapter Five

  Present Day

  Ruby

  Everything hurts. The intensity of the pain slicing through my temple makes me feel like my brain is leaking out of the back of my head, and I’m pretty sure I’ve broken at least a couple of my ribs. I can’t breath without a rattle in my chest and I can taste blood on my lips that could be coming from inside or outside of me. I don’t know how long I’ve been out, and I’ve been knocked about so much I have no idea how much time has passed, or whether it’s day or night.

  I hear raised voices outside of the room and although I can’t make out what they are saying I know it’s something important. My hands are tied so tightly behind my back that I can’t move without the thick plastic cable ties they’ve used to bind me cutting into my wrist and as much as I kick and struggle there doesn’t seem any way to free my legs either.

  I don’t notice the sentry by the door until my eyes grow accustomed to the light. He watches me with a detached look of disinterest, like a butcher might a stricken lamb he has no choice but to slaughter. I’m nothing but a paycheck to him, the sole purpose of his employment. Even if I began as one in his eyes in the first place, I’m now completely dehumanized.

  The voices grow louder and suddenly the door opens, and framed in the thickness of the rotting casing, Raul stands with the light of the room behind him like death himself ready to carry me off to the underworld.

  I spit a mixture of blood and saliva into the ground while Raul advances. He crouches to my side, grabs my swollen jaw tightly and twists my face up towards his.

  “You should never have come here”, he scowls. “What will your mother say when she finally finds your mess of a body?”

  I’ve no energy left to respond to him but that doesn’t stop me trying to bite his hand. I lurch forward quickly with snapping teeth, while I do everything in my power to pull my entire weight and the chair they’ve bound me to so I can attack him with the few parts of my body I still have available. I spit, gnash, rock my head forward in a wild lancing headbutt, and I scream so turbulently, I see a momentary flash of trepidation trickle across his eyes. It is almost entirely ineffectual, and as I rock back and flap like a landed fish, Raul takes a step back to laugh at me, my plight already sealed.

  “Bag her”, he says coldly. “Leave her conscious.”

  Two of his soldiers move out from behind him, sack in hand. “You never told me you had something even more important than your work”, Raul gloats, his eyes wide and agitated. “You never told me about Jessica.”

  My heart practically stops, my blood running cold at her name. “No”, I scream, before the sack goes over my head and the world turns to night once again.

  Chapter Six

  Jaxon

  The building is an apartment block in a run down part of the neighborhood left over to stray dogs and tangled weeds that look like they’ll stop at nothing to bring brick and metal back to the earth. Tendrils grow up the side of fences and walls like fingers on a underground beast, while dogs scamper around pissing freely on whatever is still left to claim. If people still live here, they do so hidden from the rest of the world.
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  I count three vehicles in total, and two guards on the entrance to the block, about as heavily armed as I expect this faction can afford to allow them. They look like kids with little experience, and by the way they're holding their guns, like they’ve never been trained how to shoot them. I expect this is meant as a deterrent for anyone thinking about going inside, but it’s not enough to work on me.

  A quick check of the perimeter tells me there is only one entrance and exit, that all but two of the windows are boarded up, not a single one of the adjacent buildings is inhabited and nobody is guarding the roof.

  Based on previous experience, if Ruby is inside this building at all, which is highly likely considering the presence of guards on the door, she’s likely to be in one of the rooms on the upper floor, which means that if I start on the ground floor, I’ve got to get past whoever they’ve stationed in the way without raising the alarm enough they all come hurtling towards me at once. If I go in via the roof instead, and if I’m not mistaken about her location, I can get to Ruby first, and then deal with everyone else when I’ve already secured her.

  Armed guards are an occupational hazard I’d prefer to avoid, but it pleases me to see them, because it means that if intel is good and it’s definitely Ruby and not some other poor hostage inside this building, she’s one hundred percent still alive. And if she’s still alive, it means that whatever she has that they need, they still haven’t gotten it out of her yet. Ruby was a hard ass when I knew her five years ago, and I can only imagine she’s gotten even worse since then, after being here for so long.

  I find the perfect spot, launch the grapple hook onto the roof, pull the cord tight and make sure it can take my weight. When we used to use these five years ago, the metal hooks made a tinny sound against concrete that no matter how quiet they landed, had the potential to give your position away, but these modern devices are made of a rubber housing that produces a silent impact. Each cord can hold up to five hundred pounds which means that the wall is likely to give way long before it snaps.