36. Elena
36
ELENA
Manuel: Hey, baby, I have to go to Miami for some business. I won’t see you till the gala. I miss you so much. You made me so proud the other night. My boss won’t stop talking about how happy you have made his wife, which means I’ve been given more responsibility, which is why I’ve had to go to Miami. You and I together make the perfect team. See you soon.
“ M anuel has had to go to Miami for work. I won’t see him again until the gala,” I tell Nash.
“Thank fuck,” he says, pulling my naked body closer to his. “The thought of that man touching you drives me crazy.” He growls, and the sound sends lightning bolts to my clit as I start to rub myself against his thick thigh. “Any man touching you.” He grunts. I like it when Nash gets all jealous and protective, it’s the biggest turn-on. I slide my hand over his dick, loving the way it instantly hardens beneath my touch. I’ll never get sick of running my hand over his velvety skin.
“I like you being jealous,” I purr as I stroke him.
“Do you, now?” He raises a curious brow.
“It’s hot.”
“What else do you like?” He moans.
“Your dick …” I smirk, giving it a tug at the tip which makes his eyes roll, “Your mouth …” He licks his lips. “Your lips, they are so soft compared to the rest of you …” my eyes slide over them, “and I love your tongue.” He hums as I continue to work him over.
“And I love you stroking my cock.” He moans as he closes his eyes enjoying my work. Nash lets me stroke him for a couple of moments, and the next thing I know he is grabbing my knife that I have underneath my pillow and is on me. Pressing my back into the mattress, my hand lets go of his dick as a surprised squeak falls from my lips, he’s caught me off-guard as the knife slides across my neck. I lick my lips as I stare up at his bright green eyes, I can feel his hard cock against my stomach. He then slides his body down mine so his cock is nestled between my legs, his knee nudges my thigh, and I open myself for him, all the while, I can feel the edge of the knife digging into my throat with each breath. Nash then slides the knife from my throat down my collarbone and between my breasts.
“Take my cock, kitty, and slide it between your folds, I need it nice and wet for me.”
Tingles lace my body listening to his command, I like domineering Nash. I wonder if that is what he was like in the military. I’d do anything that man commands me especially if it’s filthy. I grab his thick cock and do as he says, sliding it between my wetness. Nash then slides the tip of the knife against my sensitive nipple and teases it by flicking it back and forth. A moan falls from my lips as the sensation of his cock against my center and the sharp nicks of the knife against my tender nipples is a heady feeling. “That’s it, kitty, you’re getting nice and wet. You like me playing with your nipples, don’t you?”
I nod, unable to talk as he continues to tease me, one side with the knife and the other with his fingers, the sharp flick of metal and the soft plucking of skin creating a delicious sensation over my body, every nerve ending is on fire. “You’re fucking dripping.” Nash chuckles. Of course I am, he’s making me shiver with need. He moves the hand that was plucking my nipple and knocks my hand away from his cock as he slides it between my wet folds and rubs.
“Yes,” I hiss, which makes him smile. Then he moves his hand from my pussy to my back hole and I tense a little.
“I won’t hurt you, kitty. Do you like playing back here?” he asks.
“Never had anyone play nicely there.” Nash stills and his hand moves away. “No, wait, I trust you,” I say, grabbing his hand. “You’re not like them, you would never hurt me.”
“We don’t …” he starts.
I shake my head. “You can always have all of me, nothing between us is off-limits.”
“Elena …”
“Nash, I like us exploring things together. You and I pushing the envelope, it’s so fucking hot,” I reassure him.
“The things I want to do to you, kitty, but I never want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. And I want you to. Please, you’ve worked me all up for it now, please don’t deny me,” I plead with him.
Nash places the knife beside me, reaches into his drawer, and pulls out some lube. “Are you sure?” he asks.
“Yes.” I moan as I watch him squirt the liquid onto his fingers and then slide them back against me, pushing the cool liquid inside me, running his fingers gently around the rim.
“I think you’re going to need a pillow,” he suggests. I reach back, grab a pillow, and throw it at him, which makes him laugh. He props me into position and plays with me again, alternating between my pussy and my ass. It’s torture. He continues to build the momentum as he slowly inserts a finger, pushing past the resistance, and the stretch feels so good as he continues to play with my clit with his other hand. He then slides another finger inside me and I feel so full, but I know his dick is a hell of a lot thicker than his two fingers. “how do you feel about butt plugs?” he murmurs.
“Whatever you want, yes.” I moan as he shoves two fingers inside me. I’m so fricken full, I feel like he is going to split me in half.
Nash chuckles darkly. “So many ideas, kitty,” he mumbles as his thumb teases my clit.
“If you don’t stop that I’m going to come.” I hiss.
“Then come, I’m not going anywhere and neither is my dick,” he tells me.
“Oh, my fucking god.” I moan as he tortures me.
“Not God, kitty, my name is fucking Nash. You will not be screaming another man’s name when you come, do you understand me,” he growls as he pinches my clit and sends me to heaven or another dimension as I scream his name. I see stars and rainbows in this magical place, my entire body is liquid, and I feel like I’m having an outer body experience. Nash removes his fingers and the next thing I feel is the bluntness of his cock against my back entrance as his fingers go back to teasing my pussy. “Nash, fuck, Nash,” I curse as I slowly feel him slide into me.
“That’s it, kitty, say my name. Let the gods know who is fucking you.” He continues to slide into me, and I feel so full. “You’re taking me so good, you’re so tight, so fucking tight, baby, that I’ll be seeing stars soon.” Then he stops, and he must be in as far as he can go, and then slowly he starts to move.
“Nash, you feel …”
“I know, baby, I feel it, too,” he tells me. I’m like a ragdoll. Nash can do whatever he wants to me, the things this man is doing to my body are otherworldly. “Elena,” he says my name sternly, which pulls me from my bubble. He’s holding the knife again, and I feel the flick against my clit.
“Oh God,” I moan.
“Nash, my name is fucking, Nash,” he demands.
“Nash,” I moan as I watch him delicately tease me with the tip of the knife while he fills my ass. The man is trying to kill me. As his rhythm increases, he discards the knife, and his fingers grab my hips as he starts to fuck me hard. “Yes, yes, please, Nash,” I tell him, and he gives me what I need as he thrusts harder.
“You’re so … fucking … perfect …” he says with each thrust. His fingers dig harder into me until he lets out a roar of a release, he continues to pump through his orgasm until he’s spent and then collapses on me, rolling us to the side. I push back his sweaty hair and smile at this man, the one that I never saw coming. The one that I never saw for me, but the one I can’t imagine living without. “Come on, let’s have a shower and then get you into the hot tub, you’ll be sore. I’m sorry I wasn’t very gentle.”
“I like making you lose control. It’s hot,” I say, kissing him.
Max: I’m back from my honeymoon. How are you going? Sophie said that I needed to talk to you before she and Brooks headed to the airport.
Ellie: How’s Grace?
Max: Perfect. Is everything okay? Sophie says you’re in Mexico. That you’ve found Pearl.
Ellie: I’ve found her. Just working out extraction.
Max: Is that why Sophie and Brooks are meeting you?
Ellie: Yes.
Max: Are you okay?
Ellie: Can you call me when you’re alone. And I mean alone, alone, not with your wife or Sergei.
My phone rings.
“Max?”
“I’m alone. I’ve gone for a walk in the garden, we can talk freely,” he says.
“I don’t know how to tell you this …” I sigh, biting my lip.
“Whatever it is you can tell me. I’m your brother,” he says.
My stomach is full of knots, just tell him. “I found Anna.” The phone goes silent, and then, as if he’s processed it, he starts celebrating. “Max, we can’t tell Sergei.”
“What do you mean, we can’t tell him? That man thinks his daughter is dead. He needs to know she is alive.”
“Max, please … trust me.”
“Is something wrong with her? I don’t understand. Why would you want to hide her?”
“She is married to a cartel leader.”
Max falls silent. “A cartel leader?”
“She has been helping run the Yucatan Cartel,” I explain to him.
“Because she is undercover,” he adds.
“Yes, she is deep undercover. I’m a little worried how deep she might be,” I explain.
“Oh.”
“Believe me when I saw her again, I was so excited, but the stories the locals tell about her aren’t good. She is living in the lap of luxury, I don’t think her security is that tight, she has real power here, men kneel before her.”
“Isn’t that what she is supposed to do undercover?” he asks.
“Yes, it’s just a feeling I’m getting. I don’t know if she’s the Anna I used to know.”
“You’re not the Elena I used to know either, but I still love you.” Max’s words are like a dagger to my chest.
“I changed that much?”
“Elena, you are a government weapon, not the sweet, na?ve ballerina from Sochi that I said goodbye to. And I’m sure Anna is the same.” Maybe he’s right. “How is she? Is she okay? Does she ask about her father?”
“She is excited to be coming home. I’m bringing her home. We are just finalizing the plans.”
“Sergei is going to be so happy.”
“Please, Max, don’t tell him incase …”
“You don’t think you’re going to be able to bring her home?” he asks.
“I will try my very best to save her, but she is constantly surrounded, plus we have to somehow extract her without her husband waging war against us.”
“You think he would care if she disappeared?”
“I think he actually loves her, so yeah, he will be upset if she vanishes,” I explain.
“Fuck,” he curses.
“It’s delicate and I don’t want Sergei to get his hopes up. You know he would be on the next flight down here and he would compromise the mission,” I state.
“It’s going to kill me not being able to tell him.”
“I know. I promise I am working on saving her, she needs to be home with us.”
“Has she been in Mexico the entire time?” he asks.
“Yes. Apparently, she was told the same story I was that I vanished, and they didn’t know where I was.”
“Shit, they kept you apart.”
“Yes. But it doesn’t matter now. We’ve found her. She is alive and that’s all that matters,” I tell him.
“Agreed. When are you coming home?” he asks.
“Within the week.”
“I can’t wait to see you. I miss you,” my brother tells me.
“I miss you, too. Didn’t think Ibiza would feel like home but it does,” I confess to him.
“The Clark family do have that effect on you.” He chuckles.
“I’m so happy you and Grace are together again.”
“You made this happen, I wouldn’t have a second chance without you.” His appreciation tugs at the tiny thread inside me. “I hope one day you are as happy as I am.”
I am. I nearly say the words to my brother, but I don’t think now is the time to drop the bombshell that I’m seeing someone. “Me too.”
“Good luck. Please do not get yourself killed and let me know if you need anything.”
“I promise I won’t die,” I tell him.
“Good because I’ll never forgive you if you do.” I can hear the chuckle in his voice. “Please look after yourself.”
“You know I always do.”
“I’m your big brother, I will always worry about you. Okay. Talk soon,” he tells me before hanging up.
That wasn’t so bad.