Trained by Sansa Rayne
Chapter 25
Kate’s outfits rest on our bed. One is practical: dark slacks, a black top and a bulletproof vest. The other includes a black, leather arm-binder, a red ball gag, a length of chain, lube and a large, metal plug.
I’m not about to go on a dangerous mission without spending a little more quality time with Kate.
“What’s all this?” she asks.
“Get undressed.”
She smirks, then complies, disrobing slowly. I sit down and watch as she bares herself for me. Anton kept us separated for far too long — for many, many nights I imagined what I’d do with her body when Kate was mine once more. What we’ve done since we were reunited has been tame compared to what’s on my mind. Thankfully, we ought to have many, many years to enjoy everything I’ve envisioned.
It’s a very long list.
Tilting her hips back and forth, hands in her hair, she bites her lip as she dances for me. Everything about her is perfect, from her sexy, playful movement to her smoking hot figure. But behind the looks lies the strongest woman I’ve ever known — the smartest and most resilient. She survived a hell conceived by the devil himself and came out the other side. Now she will have the heaven I make for her.
I pat on my knee, beckoning for her to take a seat. She does, melting into my arms as I pull her in for a kiss. Clutching her ass, I inhale the divine apple scent of her shampoo. The aroma sears into my memory — I always want her hair to smell this good. I want her to have the finest luxuries and decadent pleasures. The only time she should be deprived is when I keep her bound and consumed by lust, begging for the relief I’ll soon grant.
Kate’s groans go straight to my cock, thickening it until it strains against my pants. Part of me would love to tell my people to take down Anton while I stay here and kiss Kate all day; it’s a reminder of how precious this time is now, although soon we should have all the time we need. Whatever our differences are regarding Jamison and the rest, we’ll figure it out.
I hope.
When Kate’s lust overwhelms our kiss, her hand wanders down to the tent in my crotch, her hand rubbing the hard mast.
Chuckling, I grab her wrists and hold them behind her back, then reach over for the arm-binder. She smiles as I feed her hands into the sleeve, then fasten the straps until her arms are held snugly against her back.
“Try to get out,” I say, setting her on her feet.
Kate shakes her upper body, attempting to dislodge the restraint, but it’s tightened too well.
“I can’t,” she says.
“Good.”
I attach the chain to the end of the sleeve, then pull her arms upward until I can slip the chain’s end onto a hook hanging from the ceiling. Kate whimpers from having her arms pulled back in such an uncomfortable position, stirring a fresh throb in my steely cock. I run my fingers over her swollen folds, finding them slick with her fluids. Rubbing harder causes her to tilt her head back, jaw hanging open.
“We’re going to do this all day, every day, for a month when this is all over,” I say.
She hums, biting her lip.
I slap her ass a couple times, then reach for the plug and lube.
It’s been a long time since she’s had her tight rear invaded; I’m going to have to train it again before she can take my cock easily. Thankfully, the process will be tantalizing and claiming her ass will be worth the wait.
I coat the plug thoroughly, checking in the light to ensure it glistens everywhere. Kate mewls as the toy presses against her rear. I only press in a little but she grunts and shakes, clenching her bud.
“Relax, Kate. You know this will be easier if you relax.”
“Yes, sir,” she says.
She releases, and the plug sinks in slightly. Kate yelps, bucking her hips to dislodge the toy.
“Bad girl,” I hum, spanking her ass from each side. “The plug is going in. You decide how long it takes.”
Nodding, Kate takes a deep breath and sets her legs.
I begin again, easing the plug in gently but steadily. A couple inches sink in, and I hold it steady. She trembles, but doesn’t fight this time. When she settles down, I ease it in a little further.
“Good, pet. You’re doing good.”
She smiles, her juices dripping down her thigh.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to ignore your wet pussy.”
I drip more lube into her ass and draw the plug out a little, then back in. Kate sighs, then squeals as the widest part of the toy spreads her open. I push a little further, and it sinks in the rest of the way. Sweat rises on her skin, and her hips sway.
“How’s that feel?” I ask, caressing her ass.
“Big,” she mumbles.
I tap the plug’s flared base hard enough for her to gasp as she swings her arms in their bindings. Her adorable struggles make my cock pulse; it’s almost time.
There’s one piece missing: the big, rubber gag. Kate seals her lips when she sees it, shaking her head.
“You can take it, Kate,” I say. “It’s not as big as my cock, which you always manage to fit in your mouth.”
She blushes, turning away, so I grip her chin and turn her back to face me.
“Open,” I command, holding the gag out in front of her.
Rolling her eyes, she obeys. I don’t hesitate, stuffing in the gag. She grunts as I force it between her teeth, requiring her to stretch her jaw as far as it can go. When it’s in, I fasten the buckle tightly, ensuring it won’t come loose.
“How’s that?” I ask, stroking her clit.
She hums, shaking her head as if she could somehow spit out the gag.
“I’ll take that as good,” I say, sinking my finger into her drenched core.
Groaning, she moves with my rhythm. Eyes shut, she loses herself in the rising pleasure.
“Eyes open, Kate.”
She obeys, then keeps them open as I undress. Her smile widens as I reveal my throbbing erection.
“This is how I’d like to have you,” I say, taking her breasts in my hands. “Helpless, behaving and about to be fully stuffed.”
Massaging her breasts, thumbing her stiff nipples, I lick her lips and gag. She shudders in my grip.
I can’t believe I managed to live without her for so long. Seeing her on television didn’t count — I need her with me, in my possession. I don’t ever want to let her go, now that she’s back.
She’s mine: mine to please, mine to enjoy and mine to keep.
I pinch her nipples, just enough to make her wince. Then I erase the sting, sucking her breasts until she moans through her gag. She’s an instrument for me to play; she makes the sweetest music, but only for me.
When I finally slide my cock inside her, it glides with ease; she’s utterly soaked, and her pussy clamps down on my cock, squeezing it hungrily. I can feel the plug rubbing against my cock through her, and judging by Kate’s high-pitched wail, she’s feeling it far more intensely. Her chest heaves as her bliss rises. Poor thing, she can only breathe so much in through her nose; she’s going to come very quickly if I let her.
Not wanting this to end prematurely, I thrust in slowly, burying myself deep. Her heat surrounds my cock, intoxicating me. Pulling out and driving it back in makes Kate cry out, and I don’t blame her. I have to fight to keep from climaxing too quickly myself.
She lays her head on my shoulder, her skin hot to the touch.
“Need to come, pet?” I ask.
She nods, rubbing the straps of her gag against me.
“You can come.”
Her body explodes, a spasm of ecstasy announced by a deafening scream. Trembling against me as I pound her dripping pussy, she comes until she’s out of breath — but I don’t stop.
Should anything go wrong on this mission, I won’t have what could be our last time end this soon.
I keep going, clutching her ass and spanking it as I plunge in over and over, my motion steady as a machine’s. Soon Kate’s coming uncontrollably, one orgasm starting before the last can finish. I half expect her to start squealing that she’s had enough, but she doesn’t. She’s insatiable. As long as she wants more, I’m not going to stop.
She takes everything I can give her. When I finally hit my peak and my seed erupts within, she gasps for air but gives no sign of being finished. I play with her plug and stroke her clit, but nothing drives her to the brink until the end. When I’ve drilled her enough to finish myself, she howls and writhes; as soon as I stop, she goes limp.
I catch her before she can lose her footing and release the chain that suspends her arms. Kissing her cheek, I slip out her gag, then carry her to bed. I don’t want to untie her just yet — I’m not finished with her like this.
She inhales gallons of air, lying in my lap, staring up at the ceiling. I stroke her hair until she’s caught her breath, then set her down so I can fetch us both some water. Kate drinks deeply from the bottle, smiling at the cold drink.
“Thank you, sir,” she says. Swinging her bound arms, she asks, “Can you let me out now?”
I grin.
“Not yet.”
She pouts, letting herself fall back into my lap. I resume stroking her hair, which practically makes her purr like a kitten.
“I have half a mind to leave you here, like this,” I say, my mirth receding. “I’m not the happiest about taking you to the Enclave.”
“You don’t think it’ll be safe?” she asks.
“No mission is ever totally safe. I can protect you as well as I can protect myself, but there are no guarantees.”
“True,” she says. “But I’m not really safe anywhere until Anton’s dead.”
I don’t know that I’d agree with her; this compound is pretty secure. Anton can’t find it, and even if he could, he can’t penetrate it. Has Anton scarred her so badly that she thinks he can hurt her, no matter where she is? I would understand if she did — and that’s all the more reason to end his reign as soon as possible.
“Soon you will be,” I say, lifting her up so she can sit straight. “I’m taking back control of the Masters from him, and then they’ll all get what they deserve.”
“How?”
“First we take the island by force. Eliminate their support personnel until Anton has no choice but to surrender. Then I convene the Masters to officially recognize me as their leader, which they’ll be happy to do considering how badly Anton’s failed them.”
“Won’t he just kill them all?” she asks, shivering and glancing down at one of her implant scars.
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
She scoffs.
“Okay. Sure. But why bother even leading the Masters? Why not just apprehend all of them and drop them on the FBI’s doorstep?”
“We will,” I say. “But until we’re ready to move on them all at once, we need to keep them under control. Freeing them from Anton will restore their power, and they can do a lot of damage. They could trigger a stock market meltdown by creating a mass sell-off. They could cease operations of some of the world’s biggest companies, crippling their businesses and torching world economies. They could order assassinations of key figures and start wars. If they think their days are numbered but don’t have Anton keeping them in line, it would be a disaster.”
She listens, but says nothing. I can see her mind working behind her eyes, calculating and analyzing.
“If they believe I want to lead the Masters instead of destroying them, they’ll be cooperative,” I continue. “In that regard, it actually helps a lot to bring you along; it’ll be seen as a way of restoring normalcy. You’re a threat to them, after all. Next to Anton, you can hurt them worse than anyone else. If Anton wasn’t able to kill them with a word, I’m sure they’d be extremely afraid of the fact they don’t know where you are or what you’re doing.”
She nods slowly.
“I don’t understand. If we go in and take all the Masters down, how much damage could they really do? Why can’t we just take them into custody?”
“Think about what will happen if all of these men suddenly get arrested at once. It won’t be as devastating as what they could destroy on their own, but it’ll be a problem for millions of people around the world.”
“No, that’s not it,” she mutters, shaking her head. “This is about Jamison. You’re going to protect him.”
“For now, Kate. I promise, we’re going to figure out what to do with him. He will pay for what he’s done, I promise.”
“Good,” she replies, just before I slip the gag back into her mouth. She grunts, glaring at me.
“Perfect. Keep that look.”
I get out my phone and activate the video camera and my voice synthesizer.
“Before I killed Timo Thor and Lincoln Waterston, they told me everything,” I say. “I know who you are. I know what you do. I know where you live. As you can see, I have Kate Atwood and everything she knows.”
Kate shakes her head and fights against her bindings.
“You have fallen under the leadership of a dead man. Anton Ford’s time has come, but you can save yourselves. Anarchy, Inc. has use for you. Return to the Enclave. Be there in six hours, and you’ll find you still have a future.”
I might feel bad lying to my old friends if they hadn’t betrayed me and let Anton tear us apart from the inside out.
“We could burn your entire island to the ground. Don’t forget that. Soon, Death will be at your doorstep.”
Kate smiles around her gag, malice and excitement in her expression. I take out her gag and kiss her, wishing there was time to bed her again, but the clock’s ticking.
“This is the end of the Masters,” I say to her. “Soon this will all be over.”