She checked
the perimeter and made sure all the safeguards she had put in place to ensure
that no one messed with her shit, had not been tampered with. She worked her way around to the back of the
house in case someone was watching her place.
In her line of work, one never knew all of your enemies. Her
stealth was an innate part of her, like a second skin. She often walked into a place and made people
nervous although they didn’t know why, like a tiger in the midst of lambs. Fellow warriors knew instinctively that was
dangerous but not how much. Everything
looked to be the way she left it before her latest mission, but she still kept her
guard up. Moving to the back door she
keyed in her code to disable the house security.
Moving to
her home control center, she placed her tactical go bag on the table and moved
to the computer to check the cameras and watch the feedback, making sure no one
had compromised her privacy. Finding
everything in order, she finally let down her guard and rolled her shoulders to
ease the hint of tension that coming home always brought. She loved her privacy and would kill to
protect it, and had. She took off the
lead-lined fingerless gloves and laid them on the table, wiggling her fingers
as they felt so light without the weight on them. She liked to pack a bit more pow into her
punches. She removed the Ka-Bar 6 inch
blade that she wore in a sheath between her shoulder blades. The 1911 style .45 pistol nestled snuggly
beneath her left arm in its shoulder holster and she took this off and
smiled. Her .45 never let her down. She pulled her black sweater off and draped
it on the back of the chair. Easing
herself down on the chair, she pulled her go bag close, unzipping it and pulled
out the sawed off Mossberg .500 tactical shot gun and laid it down. The M4 cut down version of the M16 with
suppressor next came from the bag, usually this little baby was fit into its
perch inside the door of her Jeep resting against her leg, but this last job
she had used it to convince someone she really needed to leave. She had checked the SAW, in the back of her
Jeep, before coming into the house. The SAW resided in the back of the Jeep and
had her own throne when necessary. The
SOG tactical axe, her personal favorite that never left her wishing for another
partner, came out of the bag next. She
caressed it with a lover’s touch.
Rolling her shoulders, she got up and noticed the Pelican case, and
pulled it up and checked the frags, flash bangs, and smoke grenades. These created that perfect ambiance when she
needed them.
Walking into
the kitchen, she poured herself a drink and admired the Whiskey in her
glass. Taking a sip she let the liquor
warm her belly, and sighed with pleasure.
Walking back into her own private war room, with her toys, she perched
once more on her chair. Taking her
cleaning kit out, she began the calming ritual of cleaning her weapons. This practice was as familiar to her as breathing;
she could do it with her eyes closed.
She smiled as she recalled all the times sitting with her father and
doing this very same thing. She wasn’t
much for those fancy Eastern types of fighting although in close quarters she
could exact some damage. Her personal
preferences ran to the edgy fighting style of guns, blowing shit up, and
leaving no survivors. Her schooling came
from the hard military upbringing that her father insisted in teaching his
little girl, wanting only to keep her safe.
He knew he wouldn’t be around forever and he wanted her to be able to
protect herself.
A couple of
hours later, everything back in pristine shape and ready for her next adventure,
she got up and went back for another splash of Whiskey. Moving around the dark house, she decided
that music would help her unwind a little more, the smooth Jazz wound around
her in a familiar soothing embrace. In
her bedroom she started to undress, removing her boots and pulling the SOG Seal
Pup 5 inch blade from her boot sheath.
Naked, standing next to the bed she consider her options for the
evening. The last job had been hectic
with so many civilians around and she processed the images of the job, letting
them filter through her mind, putting it away.
Her training allowed her to review and not dwell on the job, and move
on.
Grabbing up
her phone, she punched in a number and waited for him to answer. “Yeah.”
Mack answered on the second ring. He
wasn’t much for talking on the phone and she smiled. She could have sent him a text but she liked
to rile him in little ways.
“I’m
stepping into the shower. You going to
be here when I get out?” She asked him
in a no nonsense voice. She did not wait
for an answer, none was needed. If he
wasn’t there when she got out of the shower, well that was his loss. Moving into the bathroom with her glass, she
turned on the taps and then looked at herself in the mirror. New bruises were still popping up, but they
would be gone quick enough. She traced a
finger over some old scars. She wasn’t one to dwell long on the past; each had
its own story. One last swallow of Whiskey
and she moved into the shower. She let
the hot water beat down on her. Hot
water was its own kind of pleasure, soothing away tension and any lingering
aches. Washing her hair and then just letting the
water pound her body, she relaxed and let the water do its magic. Her libido rose slowly from its forced
dormancy and stretched throughout her body.
She felt the reaction almost immediately as her nipples puckered and
grew taut. Her willowy frame left no
doubt as to grace and speed, but her breasts were naturally large for her
slender frame and at 5’8”, she got noticed when she walked into a room. She brought her hands up to her breasts and
held their weight, immediately her nipples elongated and grew needy. Her fingers came up and started to pull and
pluck at them and a small shudder racked her.
It had been a while for her, and release of the dark and primal urges
within her was just what the doctor ordered.
She knew he
would be there when she got out of the shower.
Stepping out and turning off the taps, she grabbed a towel from the rack
and wrapped herself in it. Using another
towel she towel dried her hair and moved into the bedroom. Suddenly hands pushed her up against the wall
and she felt his body up against hers.
He tugged the towel away from her ran his hands across her shoulders and
down each arm until he grasped her hands and then slowly brought them up on
each side until she was spread against the wall. “Leave them right there.” He said in a low
tone. His hands skimmed down her arms,
noting the taut muscles underneath. He
moved down until he could cup her breasts and his palms felt their weight. His fingers immediately went to work on her
nipples, pulling the nipples and squeezing them between his forefinger and
thumb. He knew what she craved but he
didn’t give it to her right away.
Plucking, pulling, and squeezing, he worked her nipples until her head
fell back on her neck and a sigh left her lips. He released her nipples but continued to
massage and play with her breasts, working them with his hands, another way of
keeping her focus.
He moved his
hands down slowly over her abdomen and felt the way she pulled in the muscles
as his fingers danced over the skin on their way down. He paused at her waist and then brought his
hands back around to her back. His
thumbs worked up and down her spine until he felt the tightening of her muscles
release. Working his thumbs deep into
the muscles along her spine, he worked slowly up and down, working her back
from shoulders to hips. He could almost
hear her purr. As his hands worked down
lower and lower with each pass, he finally stopped at the globes of her
ass. He palmed each globe and
squeezed. She tried hard to withstand
the impulse to push back but he kept working his fingers and hands on those
delicious globes of flesh that beckoned to be molded, kissed, bit, and
spanked. He had done all those and so
much more to her and knew what triggers worked the best. Finally he pulled the globes apart and slid
his thumb up and down the split of her ass, passing closer and closer to that
dark treasure. Finally noise broke from
her, a soft mewling that he knew she didn’t even know she was making.
Squatting
down and running his hands down her thighs and back up to her ass, over and
over again his hands worked her flesh.
He pressed against one calf and pushed so that she widened her
stance. Now, he could definitely smell
her arousal and knew that she was getting to the point where he wanted her. She kicked ass on her job, but in the bedroom
her ass was his as well as everything else.
He worked his hands back up the backs of her legs until he was at the
crease of her ass cheek and thigh, he dug his thumbs in deeply and worked up
each globe of her ass, massaging and draining the last of her tension
away. He knew her body almost as well as
he knew his own.
Moving his
fingers down, he paused at the tender crease and ran the tips of his fingers
along the dark curls nestled there waiting for his touch. Slowly, he moved his fingers closer and
closer until he felt her move her body in way that told him she wanted
more. Pressing between her womanly
folds, he felt her moisture. He moved his fingers in lazy figure eights
spreading her moisture building her pleasure slowly. As his fingers slid through her slippery moisture,
he would occasionally probe deeply into her core to remind her that he would
have her his way. She arched back
against her hands whenever he probed deeper and deeper into her heated core; he
stopped and then waited for her to resume her position. He played her body, building her excitement,
feeling the tremors move through her frame.
He could hear her murmured pleas for more and finally when he thought he
had drawn out her excitement long enough, he plunged two fingers into her
suddenly and heard her gasp of pleasure.
His stood up behind her and pressed her body against the wall and worked
his fingers in and out of her in a rhythm that would bring her to her peak
soon. Moving his other hand around to
the front of her, he played with her clit and flicked it just enough that it
splintered her concentration. Her body
replied in kind and he felt a rush of liquid around his fingers as they
continued to move in and out of her. Her moaning grew louder and he heard her
whispered words, “Please Mack, I need it now, damn it, help me.”
“I will
baby.” He murmured into her ear and then he bit down on the sensitive cord on
the side of her neck and felt her shudder. As her head lolled on her neck,
exposing more of it to his mouth, he nipped her ear lobe and then said into her
ear, “You’re going to scream for me aren’t you baby?” Moving his fingers so that he could work her
clit and massage it in the way that guaranteed her climax, Mack pressed her
breasts more firmly against the wall with his upper body, pinning her body. Her neck exposed to him, her body calling to
him, he pushed another finger deeper into her core and worked her body. Soon she was crying out her pleasure and
whispering words of encouragement to him.
Then he felt that slight stillness before she plunged over the edge, and
as her breathing escalated, he bit down harder against her neck, and worked her
feminine folds, fingers deep inside her, and squeezing against her clit. Her scream split the quietness of the room
and he felt her shudder and spasm around his fingers. Shudders racked her and her hips moved
against his body and hands as the last of her orgasm slid through her body. He
pulled his fingers from inside her and thumbed her clit one more time as she
gasped at the sensitive nub of flesh responded to his touch.
