Charity's Warrior (49 page)

Before he can turn it up again, I begin typing.
"Please, Justin, I want to cum, but not here. Please don't make me cum yet. I want to be with u."

"Ok,"
he sends.
"But leave it on until we go, or I won't let u cum later—not for hours."

I know that he means it.

Mumford and Sons "I Will Wait" is playing over my speakers awhile later, and the toy has stayed turned down to a pleasant reminder to my warrior parts. I've completed about five minutes worth of work, my mind constantly drifting.

Justin, JP, came into my office about twenty minutes later. A smile is plastered across his face, sharing the secret with me.

"How are you feeling?" he asks wickedly.

"Very good," I reply, watching him fiddle with his cell.

He turns it up from his phone, not much, just one click. He wants to see me react, what it does to me. I squirm in my chair and smile at him, wanting his fingers between my legs.

"You need to get me out of here soon," I said. "I can't take much more."

I'm not teasing him; I am totally over-stimulated, unable to focus on anything but my desire.

"If I'm being honest, I feel the same way. I've done nothing but watch you this entire time, captivated. There is nothing like you anywhere. You're my drug," he confesses, "and I need to have you. Get your things, we're leaving."

It's about fucking time!

I hibernate my laptop and throw it in my bag. I let John know I'm going before JP and I walk out like professionals. We are alone in the elevator, and Justin uses his phone to turn it up the dragonfly again. I do all I can, knowing that security can see us, to not react.

"What's the matter?" He asks wickedly.

"If you don't turn it down, security is going to see me ride you like a bull."

He laughs and puts it back where it was. The doors open to the lobby, and we cross it quickly. I see his car waiting for us right out front. As we climb in, I hear him tell the driver to close the window.

I want music, so I grab the controls and hit the play list, while Justin climbs in. "Run The World" by Beyonce is on his list. I think about asking why, and then decide to just play it.

He smiles when he hears it. "I didn't think you'd find this one that fast. I put that in right after I met you."

The driver got in and raised the privacy window. It had barely closed when Justin turned the dragonfly up.

"Oh, God," I breathe.

His lips are on my neck and ear, sending chills down my back. I know it's just a teaser, it's only minutes to our building, but I will let him take me to the edge.

My hand slides up the inseam of his pants into his crotch, finding the hard bulge of his excitement. I want him to take me. He moves his mouth to mine and our tongues embrace until we are home.

He starts for the door, but I stop him.

"You need to turn this thing down. I don't think I can walk with it up this high."

"Damn, I forgot," he laughs.

He turns it down and we get out and practically run in to the elevator. There's an odd smile on his face as we get in. He takes his phone out and begins cycling the dragonfly all the way up and down. I lean against the wall, where security hopefully won't see my face, and I let the pleasure rise and fall.

We went straight to his place, and right to the "gym" in the back. Clothes are flying off as we go. By the time I thumb in the code for the door, I have nothing on but the toy.

"Which harness?" I ask.

"Get on the triangle," Justin orders.

One of the hanging systems has a triangle shaped pad. It's become one of our favorites in the last few days. I march directly to it and lay across it. I'm face down; Justin is shackling my arms and legs to it, and my senses are peaked. I'm ready to erupt. As soon as I'm on, Justin turns the dragonfly up all the way.

"Oh,
God!
" It's so good to finally scream.

Justin goes to the wall and returns with a paddle. My body is already anticipating the sting. I love that he doesn't ask, he just gives.

Before the first smack, he slips a finger into my hot wetness and presses the vibrating tail harder into my G-spot, even wiggles it a bit.

I'm going to cum before he spanks me if he doesn't hurry. My screams of pleasure are echoing in the room. The paddle finally crashes into my ass. He knows just how much is enough without hurting me, and it comes over and over.

My toes are curled. "I'm cumming," I scream.

The paddle keeps cracking all through my orgasm, through my moans and spasms, and stops only when the climax ends.

I know Justin must be about to explode. I feel him take the tail of the dragonfly out of me, and then he's climbing over me on the harness. His solid penis stiffly rams into me as he spreads out across my back, his muscles quivering on my flesh. He gives me a grunting, chain rattling fuck like a captured warrior deserves. He takes me, the prize for his conquest. All the while I let him think he's the master, but this warrior is getting exactly what she wants.

He lets go of the chains and his hands press into my back as he holds me down, penetrating me in the sunlit room like animals fucking in the wild. It's almost hard to breathe under his dominating weight, and it's exhilarating to be so wanted that he's abandoned any gentleness. He's unstoppable now. Our bodies collide faster and faster as our sexual energy fills the room beyond its capacity.

A few minutes later, his massive orgasm has arrived in a body-clamping seizure. His excitement sparks my own second release, a pleasant feeling washing over me in a quick wave. When his subsides, he climbs off me, releases the shackles, and drops to the floor exhausted. I follow suit, right after sliding the Dragonfly off my legs. My chest is still heaving to catch my breath when I throw my left leg over both of his, running my hand lightly on his chest. The sun is pouring in through the windows, and it surrounds our naked bodies in warmth.

I fight the urge to start asking questions as we lay here. I know he will just want to relax, not over-analyze everything. Justin rolls to his side and raises his hand above us for his cell phone. A moment later, the buzzing of my new favorite, rubbery friend stops.

"Can I ask you something?" I say.
I knew I couldn't keep my mouth shut!

"Of course." His fingertip traces around my right nipple, making it stand at attention.

"What we do together is so intense, at least for me, and I'm curious how it is for you?"

"Life changing," he answers without even giving it thought.

I smile. "I guess you don't need to think about it?"

"No, I don't."

I see the excited Justin fade away, and the serious JP emerge.

"My life was changed the first time I saw you. I knew it immediately, and I decided to stay away from you so that wouldn't happen. Only I couldn't stop thinking about you. That had never happened to me before."

My heart is pounding the way it only does for Justin.

"I decided the best way to forget about you—was to have you. I was a fool."

I laughed.
Fucking snort!

"I've been your prisoner since," he said.

"Wasn't I just your prisoner? All tied up right where you wanted me?" I ask, teasing a bit.

"You were all tied up, I'll give you that," he said, "but only because I can't help myself. I don't know why or even if it's a good thing, but I am intoxicated by you. I'm the prisoner, and I'm thankful for it."

"I HATE SEEING HIM
go," I say softly.

Lena smiles politely. "He'll be back tomorrow morning."

"I know," I reply. "I've just gotten so used to him being there, it's going to be weird without him."

Now she's looking at me oddly. "I think there's more to what you are saying than I actually know. You've had plenty of nights without Justin, what's the difference now?"

Justin jogged from the car to the Hawker in the rain. Shain, his pilot, waits for him just inside the planes door, staying out of the weather. I didn't realize the first time how much smaller Shain is, but Justin appears a head taller as he climbs in and turns to wave goodbye.

"He asked me to stay in his apartment," I explain.

"For tonight?" she asks.

"For—
ever!
"

"Holy shit!" she gasps.

"I know, right? I was not expecting it."

"What did you say to him?"

"I didn't say no, but I think it's a little soon to jump in with both feet. I told him I want to keep my apartment—for a while—but I would move some of my things up to his and stay and we'll see how it goes for a bit."

Lena laughed. "I can imagine how that went."

"Why?"

"Because it's a perfectly reasonable and intelligent answer, but it's not
exactly
what he wanted," she said.

"He did pout a bit," I said through a smile.

"But you got your way," Lena clarified in a slightly more serious voice, "and that never happens—not with Justin."

The Hawker began to roll over the tarmac toward the runway.

Lena continued, "He's really not used to that. You don't bow down before him, never afraid or manipulated by him. I think he's infuriated and fascinated by you. Most of all, I think he's grateful. It must be refreshing for him to be treated like a normal person. He hasn't had that since he was a kid."

A strange look crosses Lena's face. I can't explain what the look is, but I'm certain she has something on her mind, something she wants to tell me. It's unnerving that I have the impression she's afraid to tell me what it is.

Justin's plane turns onto the runway, and the two of us watch it silently for a moment. His normal driver is here too, sitting in the front behind the privacy window, waiting for us to tell him when to leave. I want to see Justin off completely. The Hawker takes off down the runway, racing until the wheels lift off the ground. Shain takes a wide hook to the right as they climb and slowly become a dot, and then disappear.

"Let's go," I say at l last.

Lena taps on the window, and we feel the car jerk into gear.

"It's hard to comprehend what he's actually doing today."

Lena agrees with me by nodding her head. After two weeks of gathering data, we have our next Senator. Scott Lewis is Justin's pick. He was dead on about the gambling problem. Lewis has a wave of debt climbing and catching up behind him. Nothing he has access to is safe, including his campaign funds. We can easily keep him addicted and out of trouble.

Justin was meeting the group of clients in DC. This time he didn't want me anywhere around him; this group was too powerful to take any chances. On Justin's word, they are going to make Scott Lewis the next Senator—it isn't even a question for them. They trust him more than each other.

"He's picking a Senator, no election to be concerned about," I continue.

"I don't think it will stop there," Lena adds. "Lewis has a great political record. He's young, respected. Given the time, four or five years at least, we might have a president under our thumb."

That's so hard to conceive, I just can't get my head around it. How the fuck did I end up in this? A few months ago I was nothing more than a small town cliché. Now I've been shot, ordered an execution, and helped select a possible future presidential candidate.

My hands begin shaking and I try to hide it from Lena, forcing them into fists in the seat cushions at my sides.

Nothing really gets by her, though. She hits the call button on the seat in front of her. "Tony?"

There's a quick static click. "Yes, Miss Croft?"