I paused in the doorway, then turned and waited.
“Heather Maben. The woman we undertook. The one in the house.” I nodded. “Something tells me there’s more to her than her part in the plan with Eric. She’s not just a decoy, is she?”
I raised an eyebrow. “What are you implying?”
“I’m not implying anything, sir.”
“Good.”
And as I turned again, he added: “I’maskingif you are interested in her.”
I thought for a moment, holding the door frame. Was I interested in Heather? In the plainest sense of the term, I found her interesting. Her fierce desire to defend her sister, that loyalty that was in her very blood, a quality that I sometimes wished I had. The way she wanted to be good, to do the protocol perfectly, for fear of me, of the pain I gave her, and yet she proudly observed her marks. I found her interesting, that was undeniable. But was I interested in her?
It wasn’t possible.
But it wasn’t impossible.
“Eric will be,” I said.
By the time sunset rolled around, I was on my way to the kitchen to find the containers Donna had set aside for the prisoners, when a voice interrupted my thoughts.
“Zaid?” Heather asked, her voice meek. “I mean, sir?”
The woman made it hard not to push her against the wall right there.
“If we’re outside of training,” I said slowly, “Zaid is fine.”
She bit her lip. “I know this might be a bad time, but I was wondering if I could ask you something.” She crossed her arms over her chest, the loose arms of the hoodie covering her to her wrists. Was she cold, or did she use the jacket to hide? If it was the first, I could adjust the heat by one degree, see how she fared. I waited for her to continue.
“Are you busy?” she asked.
“Not particularly.”
“I want to renegotiate our agreement.” She straightened her stance. Good. She was taking authority of her words and her actions. I figured this discussion would come eventually. “I know sex is a part of it.”
That was no doubt, but I could work around it, should she request it. And I already had.
“I think we should have sex,” she said.
If I hadn’t told myself repeatedly to not show any emotion, to stay in control, my jaw would have hit the ground.
“Only as necessary, of course,” she continued. “But I know itisa necessary part of the plan. With caution, of course, and like I said, only as necessary.” I nodded. “Is that okay with you?”
The timid nature of those words made me ache. My heart, my mind, my mother-fucking cock ached with need for her. Was it okaywith meif we had sex? I wanted to fuck her into oblivion and back again. But we had a deal. I had my rules. My design. Only as necessary. But the necessary ways in which to prepare her for what may come? There were a few ways I could think of that would be necessary. Using her plush mouth. That bendable body. It would be a dream to train her like that.
To use her.
To fuck her.
But I had to stay calm and in control. “Only as necessary,” I said.
“Of course,” she said. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to fuck me.”
As if it was a chore to fuck her. A chore to squeeze those hips, to pull her in, to fuck her like a mad man, taking her every movement and making it mine, and mine again, until every part of her was completely mine.
It was true in a way. I had to fuck her. But it wasn’t a chore.
“Would it be like regular sex? Or like, face fucking?” That second option surprised me. She was willing to do that?
