Chapter 7 Emil #2
Dragging my hands higher up her thighs, leaning over so I could kneel and bring my head closer to hers, I considered what she said and didn’t say. She was talking, finally, and I’d get my answers.
“What’s your name, little agent?” I teased, pushing my fingers along the hem of her panties to trace my fingertips over the bare area of her warm skin.
She didn’t reply, turning her head to the side.
“Oh, don’t be shy,” I taunted, rubbing so near her pussy. “I don’t mind if you’ve got a crush on me.”
“I don’t.”
I grinned, leaning closer until I could whisper in her ear. “What’s your name, little agent? There’s no need to be strangers.”
“Fuck you, Emil.”
I smiled wider. “Ah, you know my name.”
No reply.
“Wouldn’t it only be fair if you told me yours?” I asked before licking the shell of her ear.
Her breath hitched. “It would be fair if you let me go.”
“Oh, no. Not now. Not when we’re having fun, little agent.” I tugged at her panties. “Not when you’re so interested in me.”
“I’m not,” she protested.
“You’re not what?” I asked, moving my fingers until I could rub over her pussy. “Not an agent?”
No reply.
“Because if you try to tell me you’re not interested…” I stroked my fingers over her cunt, feeling the dampness on the fabric.
Oh, fuck me.
I leaned in to whisper in her ear again. “That’s a lie.”
She didn’t speak.
“Don’t be shy,” I taunted as she breathed faster. “Talk to me. Tell me what you want.” Sucking on her ear lobe, I teased her with my fingers over her pussy. “Is your name really Sadie?” I asked, banking on that ID in her wallet to be an alias.
“Fuck you,” she growled quietly. “Let me go.”
Aha. I had to be getting warmer. She only fought harder when I was close to what she didn’t want me to know.
“How about I help you let go?” I curled my fingers, wrenching at her panties until the seams ripped beneath her loose-fitting shorts.
She gasped, and that sound nearly made me come right then and there.
Before she could protest or lie about not being interested in me like this, or at all, when it was so fucking obvious she’d been pursuing me already, I brought my fingers to her slick pussy.
Rubbing over her entrance had her breathing harder.
Smearing her arousal all over her warm cunt pushed her to scowl.
I leaned back ever so slightly to watch her struggle to deny how badly she wanted this.
“You want to be a good girl for me, Sadie?” I nuzzled the side of her head, kissing her below her ear. “Hmm? You want to start answering me so I can help you let go?”
“No.” She practically whined it.
“Are you sure, Sadie?” I teased. Sliding two of my fingers into her wet entrance seemed to jar her.
She cried out lightly, shifting on the chair. “I—”
“You what, little agent? Talk to me, Sadie.” I dragged my fingers out, then speared them in steadily again. Squeezing hard and sucking me in, she proved that she was ready to come right the fuck now. And I’d only begun.
“No.” She shook her head without facing forward.
“Answer me, Sadie.” I fingered her more, going deeper and slower as I sucked on her earlobe and kissed the tender area beneath. “Who do you work for?”
I only got her labored breath in reply.
“Why have you been following me?” I withdrew my hand and reared back from her.
Now, she whipped her head to face me. Her pink lips were parted, hanging open as she stared at me with equal parts reluctant lust and anger.
I sucked on my pointer finger, not breaking eye contact as I tasted her sweet tartness.
“You were lying about not being interested,” I said, lifting my middle finger to her mouth and smearing her arousal on her lower lip. “You’re lying about being an agent.”
She licked her lips, making me damn near growl with desire. “I never said I was or wasn’t an agent.”
I smiled, loving how she was cooperating now. She deserved a reward for that slight budge.
“Then tell me now.” I lowered my hand back under her shorts and began to finger her again, faster. I gripped the back of her head to tilt it to the side so I could kiss and suck beneath her ear since she'd responded so quickly with shivers when I pressed my lips there. “Are you an agent, Sadie?”
She tried to turn her head out of my grip.
“Who sent you after me?” I asked as I slowly withdrew my fingers again. Keeping them positioned at the opening of her greedy cunt, I waited.
“Tell me.” I pulled my fingers out and smacked her lightly.
She cried out. “Fuck. Fuck you, Emil. Fuck you!”
I grinned, loving how her body could betray her like this.
“You want me to fuck you, little agent?” I fingered her again, adding my thumb into the mix.
She growled as I rubbed her clit, urging her to let go and come.
“Maybe later, sweet Sadie.” I kissed back up to her ear. “This isn’t a bad start, huh?”
“No. Fuck—” She gasped, tipping her head back as she spread her legs wider. “Fuck. Oh, my God. Fuck… you.” As she came, splintering apart for me, I rammed my erection against her leg. It wasn’t enough friction. It wasn’t anywhere near enough of a touch for me to find relief.
As I played her, literally, I’d withheld from even acknowledging how hard I was.
But now that she’d come, not strong enough to fight back her orgasm, I knew it was time to retreat.
“Fuck you, Emil.” She repeated it, her eyes closed as she tilted her head the other way to avoid the leak from the ceiling dripping on her face. Over and over, as she trembled, her legs wide apart and loose as she stayed tied to the chair, she told me how much she hated me.
“Fuck you. You hear me, Emil Dubinin? Fuck. You.”
I stood, hating that I had to back up. I wanted her too fucking badly. So much. But letting her have the power of seduction over me would be my biggest mistake—one I wasn’t stupid enough to make.
“Likewise, little agent,” I growled, hating myself for being so lured to lusting for her.
She still wouldn’t cave. She reacted to me, and that was a win for me. She was capable of responding to me. But she still wouldn’t talk.
On shaky legs, wincing as I clumsily walked back toward the door with the painful hard-on beneath my shorts, I glared at her.
Once I had my hand on the doorknob, to get the fuck away before I caved, I had to allow a little smile.
She wouldn’t cave.
She was stronger than I expected.
And fuck if that didn’t work against me as another twisted point of attraction.
I wanted her more because she wouldn’t cave and talk. It made no sense. She wasn’t strong enough to deny her attraction to me, but she was still sharp enough and determined to fight back to not answer me.
Make it fucking make sense.
I opened the door and exited, worried I’d met my match.