Trained by Sansa Rayne

Chapter 21

Ingram offers to carry me back to our room but I prefer to get up and walk. I have no reason to be embarrassed about breaking down, but these people fought for me — I want them to see I’m fighting too.

I’m not going to be broken by what Anton did to me. I’m not going to let it keep me from enjoying my life or loving Ingram. And, most importantly, I’m not going to let myself get caught up in seeking revenge. We should kill Anton and be done with it. I want all of this to be over, and soon.

When we get inside our room, he unzips my jeans and pulls them to my knees. At first I think he’s not wasting any time, but then he says, “Hands against the wall. Spread them.”

I do as he says, quivering and biting my lip.

“Miss, you’ve been selected for additional screening,” he says, pacing back and forth behind me. “Your vehicle matched the description of one on our active watch list. What is your name?”

“Kate,” I say, grinning.

“You don’t look like a Kate,” says Ingram. “Care to try again?”

What? Not like a…

Oh!

“Melody.”

“Got any identification, Melody?” he asks, patting around my jeans’ empty pockets.

“No,” I say. “Can I see your badge?”

He smacks my ass, causing me to yelp and lurch in place.

“Don’t get smart with me, miss. You’ll regret it.”

My pussy clenches, feeding on the sting. It’s been a long time since I’ve been spanked. I missed it, as strange as that is; I guess it’s connected to Ingram in my mind — as well as the pleasure that comes afterward.

“Now why don’t you tell me what you were doing crossing the border without any identification?”

“I wasn’t doing anything wrong,” I say.

He spanks me again.

“You’re telling me when we search that car we’re not going to find fifty kilos?” he asks, rubbing the burning spot.

“Only if you planted it,” I growl.

Chuckling, Ingram pulls down my panties and swats my rear several times, switching sides with each slap. I moan as the pain spreads through me. Juices flow down my legs. His firm hands remind me of his raw power at every touch. I gasp and heave as my body cries out for more with each stroke.

“This will go a lot easier for you if you tell the truth,” he whispers in my ear, his hand exploring my slick thighs. “I can make this very difficult for you.”

“I’m not afraid,” I say, though my voice breaks saying it.

Ingram grunts a dark laugh. He grabs my wrists in one hand and my hair in the other.

“Oh, I think you are.”

I resist his attempt to drag me to the bed, forcing him to wrangle me down. He lets me fight him until I build up a sweat. For all my wrenching and struggling, his iron grip keeps me under control with hardly any effort. When I tire, he sets me down on the bed, holding me still until I give up.

“Stay,” he growls. “Or you’ll wait a month just to see a judge.”

I mewl, but obey, feeding on how exposed I am — lying on the bed, legs wet with need, naked from the waist down. Ingram opens a bedside cabinet and takes out two pairs of handcuffs, then secures my hands to the posts, spreading them apart. Every click of the cuffs thunders in my ears. After months of wearing them as Anton’s prisoner, it’s a relief to feel them again in a pleasurable way. I’ve craved Ingram’s possessive embrace — his dominance and power.

He strips off his shirt, tossing it aside, standing close enough that I can see from my angle. His chest ripples with hard muscle, drawing my gaze as he slips off his belt. He gathers the leather strap and bunches it up, then smacks my ass with it.

I squeal, trembling as the burn singes my skin. Inhaling deeply, I shut my eyes and process the harsh sensation. I remind myself it’s just a little pain; it’s nothing I can’t handle. Anton put me through far worse anguish.

Don’t think about him, Kate. Don’t.

“Are you going to tell me where the drugs are, Melody?” he asks.

“What are you going to do if I refuse?”

He grunts, then swings the belt again, catching both sides of my punished ass.

“I can do this for days,” he says, patting my scalded skin. “And I’d like to, so take all the time you need.”

Caressing my ass with two fingers, one on each side, he traces the welts, sending surges of electricity through my skin.

I growl, “So can I.”

Laughing, Ingram strokes my clit, eliciting a wave of bliss to soothe away some of the pain. My entire body spasms, stirred by the tantalizing taste.

Ingram sits down next to me on the bed and runs his hand over my ass, softly brushing my skin until it tingles. Then, he spanks it.

Moaning, practically unable to distinguish between the pain and pleasure, I writhe in place for what feels like several minutes, bathing in the conflicting sensations. Once I settle down, Ingram starts again, rubbing my ass and then smacking it, driving me wild with anticipation. My ass cries out for relief as Ingram’s touch heals, then stings.

He keeps up this pattern, slowly working me into a state of incomprehensible desire, constantly torn between joy and misery. After repeating the torment again and again, he tricks me: instead of spanking the area he’s brushed, he smacks the other side. My mind breaks, unable to process the storm unleashed in my brain and body.

However, immediately after the spanking Ingram drives his fingers into my drenched chasm, rewarding me with their divine thrusts. Howling and shaking, I buck against my handcuffs as an orgasm rips through me.

Somewhere in the back of my head I know I should have asked for permission to come, but I don’t care. This feels too good, and Ingram doesn’t scold me or withdraw his fingers, so I keep enjoying it as long as I can.

Heat wraps my body; I glow with euphoria. Ingram strokes me from inside until I can barely breathe. When he stops, my jaw hangs open, but I can’t even make a sound.

“Okay, Melody. You’re tough, I’ll give you that. I’ll give you some time to cool down, then we can try this again.”

He steps out, leaving me to recuperate. I snuggle into the soft pillow, my chest heaving against the mattress. I pull my knees up, cradling the luscious heat. I don’t want to let it go just yet.

I wanted to forget about Anton for a while and Ingram certainly accomplished that.

When Ingram comes back, he brings a bottled water and a bowl of fruit.

“Thirsty?” he says.

I nod, beyond parched.

He holds the bottle to my lips so I can drink.

“Do you like peaches?” he asks, taking one out of the bowl.

“Yes, sir,” I lie. I’ve never been a big fan, but I haven’t had one in over a year. I want one for a single reason: because up until lately I couldn’t have one. I never knew how much I took for granted. There will be ample time in the future to have pears and kiwis and grapes.

He holds the peach out so I can bite into it; I chomp down on its cool, tender flesh. Juice drips down my chin, so Ingram pulls away the fruit and licks off the fluid before it can fall on the bed. I groan as he turns it into a kiss, sucking the juice off my tongue.

Sighing, I let myself drown in the kiss and inhale his musky cologne. He strokes my hair out of my face, then holds my hand, feeling my fingers with his. When he breaks the kiss to feed me more peach, it’s the greatest flavor I’ve ever tasted.

I hadn’t realized how hungry I’d gotten, and before I know it I’ve eaten down to the pit. Ingram gives me more water to drink, then sets the snack aside and takes off his pants.

“I’ve spoken with my superiors,” he says, releasing my cuffs from the bed. “I think we can make a special arrangement for you, Melody.”

He cuffs my hands behind my back and pulls me up onto my knees. Standing in front of me, giving me a front-row seat, he slips off his boxers, revealing his standing erection. Warmth churns in my core at the sight.

“What kind of arrangement?” I ask.

Ingram grins.

“I think I could convince my superiors to look the other way, in exchange for certain services. You could avoid a great deal of red tape and bureaucracy. What do you say?”

“I’m interested,” I say, unable to take my eyes off his throbbing cock. “But how do I know you’ll keep your word?”

“It’s a risk you’ll have to take.”

Trying to stay in character, I keep a smirk off my face.

“Fine.”

I can only pretend so much that I haven’t been waiting for this moment for months — that I haven’t dreamed of serving Ingram, of showing him how much I yearn to be his. When I taste his salty skin, my body practically convulses. My hands shake behind me; I clasp them together, focusing on taking his rod deep into my mouth.

Hot and hard, his member slides in; I haven’t forgotten how to suppress my gag reflex, or how good it feels to wrap my lips around his wide girth. My tongue curls around it, and Ingram grunts when I suck.

“Yeah,” he says, his head tilted back. “Just like that.”

Eager to please him, I bob my head on his shaft, keeping my lips tightly sealed. The motion causes his cock to jerk.

He’s waited for this moment for some time, hasn’t he? Is he struggling not to come? I’ve never seen him have any trouble lasting as long as he wished. Yet, he doesn’t tell me to slow down, allaying my fears. I don’t want this to end quickly; I want us both to enjoy this.

Ingram fists my hair, pressing my face against his body, shoving his length down to my throat. I gurgle, drool escaping my lips, but I don’t stop sucking. I gaze up into his eyes to show him my satisfaction and appreciation. He groans, pulling out. I almost cry, but then he pins me down on the bed and drives his slick cock deep into my aching pussy.

Filled with bliss, I wail. He presses my head into the bed as he thrusts, fully dominating my body. His enormous size spreads me apart, taking me back to our times before — back when I was still a prisoner and he was my captor. Despite the little game we’re playing, I’ve never felt so free or so happy.

“I’m never letting you go, Kate,” he says, pounding me faster. “You’re mine, forever. You hear me?”

“Yes, sir,” I gasp. “I’m yours, Ingram… always.”

He reaches underneath me to massage my chest, rubbing my nipples until I mewl. Then he strokes my clit while still driving into me at full speed. My tears flow from overwhelming ecstasy. Bucking my hips against his unflagging rhythm, I work his cock until he erupts, releasing his hot seed. We groan together, our climaxes in sync. Drunk on the dual pleasure of my orgasm and eliciting Ingram’s, I hardly notice as he collapses into bed next to me, his arm draped over my back.

Together we lie, catching our breaths and inhaling the dank, alluring scent of our love. When I turn to look at him, he’s smiling at me — it’s just like it was in my dreams, so much so that I almost worry again that I’m in one.

Then his phone rings, and the world doesn’t go away.

We’re still here. This is real.

Sighing, Ingram gets up.

“Shit,” he says, answering the phone. “What’s going on?”

I don’t hear the other side of the conversation, but Ingram’s face falls.

“Don’t worry. You’re going to be fine. I’ll send an extraction team to you right now. Hold tight.”

He hangs up and unlocks my handcuffs.

“What was that?” I ask.

“Kate, there’s something I haven’t told you yet.”

From his tone, I can’t tell if this will be good or bad — but something’s clearly wrong.

“Six months ago I recruited a silent partner,” he says. “I needed someone outside the organization who wouldn’t draw attention. Someone who could help us navigate the media and direct us where we needed to go. Someone… who wanted to help you.”

Holy shit.

“That was Brendan. He’s been compromised.”

The room spins around me; I grip the bed to keep from falling. Ingram and Brendan, working together? And now Brendan’s in trouble?

“What does that mean, compromised?” I ask.

“Anton paid him a visit to ask about you. I hate to say it, but Anton knows you’re alive.”

Fuck.

“And if I were him,” Ingram says, “Finding you would be my top priority.”