The spy (5)

The world quietens afterward with only the sound of my breathing filling the cabin, uneven at first, then slows and deepens. The air still carries warmth, though I know how cold it is beyond these walls. My pulse hasn’t settled yet. I can still feel it in my throat, wrist, and core.

Every muscle feels heavy, but not in a way that hurts. It’s a quiet ache that follows release where tension has nowhere left to go. My thoughts blur. I want to think, to remember why I shouldn’t have let this happen, but my body betrays me with its calm. The worst part is that I still want more. I want a cock in me, both, if they let me.

The scent of sandalwood still lingers. Smoke curls lazily above the table, and in it, I feel suspended, caught between exhaustion and a peace I don’t trust. For once, I don’t reach for her defenses. I just breathe, eyes half-closed, knowing this calm won’t last but allowing it to exist for now. At the very least, I know they won’t kill me now, not when their cocks are rock hard.

The calm doesn’t last. The ache in my muscles sharpens, reminding me how long I’ve been sitting there. The chair is hard, and my ass has already gone numb. My hands above my head are exhausted, and I don’t know how much longer I can remain in this position. I mean, it is sensual, yes, but also uncomfortable after sitting for too long.  When I shift, a sting runs up my side.

“How much do you know?” The First Guy asks out of nowhere, and I’m suddenly dragged back to the present.

I turn my head toward the ceiling. “About what, sir?”

“About us.”

My lips twitch, not quite a smile. “Enough to know you don’t like questions returned, sir.”

“Someone is uncomfortable,” Thirst Trap finally speaks, and I’m totally in love with his voice. “What did you find before you ran?”

I close my eyes. The incense still lingers, and it is starting to work its magic on me. I want more action, and I’m already numb from sitting here. I want to move to a bed or bend over that table so I can be dicked. Stalling this won’t get me far because they are determined to keep me in here as long as it takes. “Nothing worth killing over, sir,” I say, and it almost sounds true.

“Not a very satisfactory answer,” First Guy says, taking off his shirt and hurling it somewhere. My jaw drops at his physique. He is ripped, and the bulge in his pants is sizable. I swallow hard and stare at him like he’s my next meal. He unzips his pants, exposing his cock to me as the pants slide down his muscular thighs all the way to his ankles. “Talk if you want a taste of this.”

“I know the components of the containers headed for the border, sir,” I ramble, breaking all the work ethics. Try sticking to work ethics when you are dripping wet, and all your body can think of is two delicious cocks in front of you. “I also know Mikhail Petrov, your father, isn’t dead.”

“Good girl,” First Guy praises and pecks my lips. He turns to Thirst Trap, who’s also out of his pants and is stroking his full cock. “Untie her.”

Without wasting time, Thirst Trap unties all the ropes, and it feels great to have my freedom again. My body falls limp into his arms. He kisses the reddened part of my wrists where the rope was and carries me to the cozy bed behind me. The movement is careful but sure. His hands are firm beneath my arms, steady enough that I don’t have to do much more than breathe. When my body meets the mattress, the fabric gives just enough to catch me. It feels softer than I expected.

He steps back, and the space where his touch had been cools quickly. As I sink into the mattress, an intense warmth and desire surge in me, making my body flush pink and my opening flood with juices. The ache between my legs intensifies to the point I can’t hold on any longer. I sit on my knees and grab his hand before he moves away. “Fuck me, please?”

“Impatient already, huh?” First Guy laughs. “I thought you were a tough one.” He leans down to me such that his thumb brushes my bottom lip. “You know the drill. Answer the questions, and we'll give you what you want.”

“Then ask the damn questions quickly,” I snap, frustration bubbling as I clamp my legs together to give myself some relief. I’m tired of this stupid game. I want to be fucked well.

“As you wish,” First Guy says, and I hate the triumphant look on his face. “Where is your secret hideout?”

“Station Grey. Atlai Mountains.”

“Good girl,” First Guy praises, smacking a kiss on my lips. “On your knees,” he commands as Thirst Trap spanks my ass.

A yelp escapes me as excitement courses through me. Finally! I go down on my knees, facing the wall, and lower my upper body down to the mattress, sticking my butt in the air. I hear some shuffles, and then someone’s fingers trail my inner thighs all the way to my center, where I want it the most. He spreads my folds and presses on my bundles of nerves lightly, but good enough to make me moan and buck my hips for more pressure.

“Condom or no condom?” someone asks. I don’t care to figure out who it is.

“No condom.” If I die after this, I want to die a satisfied woman. If these Russians don’t kill me, my people will kill me anyway. Captured spies are always in a lose-lose situation, even worse now that I actually gave them classified information.

“You take her cunt,” First Guy says to Thirst Trap, who climbs the bed. “I’ll take her mouth.” With that, First Guy scoots towards me and sits in front of me with his legs apart, and his perfect cock ready for my mouth.