The jet landed lightly, the cabin lights came up as the pilot announced, "Houari Boumediene Airport, Algiers."
Chapter 16: How Had It Come to This?
In which Maura learns about the diabolical power of pharmaceuticals. And orgasms.
How had it come to this?Maura wondered as James carried her down the steps from the jet, then wrapped an arm around her, neatly encompassing her within his long body.
"Here, darling, let's get you to the hotel. I fear you may have overdone it on the champagne." There was a chuckle held just under the surface of his solicitous words.
Maura gritted her teeth, thinking,If I had the fucking use of my arms, I would crush his aristocratic nose and send the bone shards right into that psychotic brain of his!
She knew exactly what James made her look like: a stupid, rich and drunk girlfriend. The driver and assistant looked down, hiding their smirks. "I can walk!" Maura hissed to him- right as her unsteady ankle twisted in her high heel.
Gallantly swinging her back up in his arms, James was laughing in a hearty, condescending way. He winked at the waiting men as if to say, "Silly girl just can't hold her drink!" Easily lifting and placing Maura in the Bentley, he slid in beside her and told the driver they were ready. Kingston and Fassell rode in the car behind them, so the two were alone.
"Would you like a drink darling?" James lifted his glass of scotch, then chuckled again. "What am I thinking? You're drunk already!" Looking down, he watched her fists clench into the fabric of her expensive dress.
Maura tried to control her rage. "May I please have some water?"
"Of course, darling," he soothed, passing her a bottle of spring water. "That will help with that nasty hangover you're about to experience."
Nearly choking in fury on her first swallow of water, she bit the inside of her cheek, the coppery taste almost soothing. Maura developed the habit on her second assignment, guarding a constantly high drug lord in witness protection. The vile man stripped naked and coated himself with oil like a roast pig. He spent seven straight days finding new ways to disgust her. But she was proud to say that at the end of the detail, she was the only agent who didn't draw their gun on him at least twice.
"Since I was unconscious for ten hours and can't walk on my own, I suppose that wasn't a 'mild sedative,' was it?" Maura asked, forcing herself to look directly into James's eyes.
He smiled at her in a parody of fondness. "A little something I had a chemist mix up for me. A special cocktail to keep you compliant. I won't have as much time here to cater to your misbehavior."
Staring at the man, Maura at that moment had never hated anyone more in her life, not even her Da.
Once installed in their suite, James opened the doors to their private deck, letting the oceanfront breeze in. He knelt in front of Maura, seated in a comfortable chair, taking off her high heels. "Pet, you be a good girl and I'll be back before you know it. Why don't you take a nap?"
The words slipped out before she could stop them. "I don't need a nap, James! I need to be able to walk again, for god's sake!" She could feel his strong hands massage her calves, moving up to her thighs, parting her knees, and wedging his wide shoulders between them. The lizard part of her brain was thrashing in terror at her drug-induced paralysis, speeding her heart rate as thoughts of simply smothering to death as she slumped over, filled the rational side of her brain. Forcing herself into measured breaths, Maura found that James had taken advantage of her inner battle to slip his long, clever fingers over her panties, two fingers lightly sliding over the silk panel.
"Now Pet, I suspect you're just a bit cross because I haven’t been taking care of you recently, is that it?"
He was the Devil, smiling up at her with azure, glittering eyes. His fingers still moved in a maddening pattern over her undies, just hard enough to send the blood rushing to her needy pussy. "I've seen how... enthusiastically you come on my cock to know you need that, don't you?" His voice was getting deeper, thickening. James slid one calloused fingertip under the soaked silk underwear, teasing the tip right at her entrance. "Or, perhaps you brought yourself off when you were alone in my guest room," he mused, an evil grin reinforcing that Satan himself was smoothly sliding a finger inside her with one hand and pulling down her panties with the other. "Is that what you did, Pet? Use those clever little fingers on this sweet, sensitive clit?"
Maura's eyes were wide, feeling like a cobra hypnotized by a mongoose.Because they have cobras here,she thought irrationally,I'm sure there are cobras but are there mongooses? What is the plural of mong-"Oh!" she gasped, head dropping back as James twisted his wrist and slid in two more fingers, his three thick digits stinging as they stretched her.
James was laughing again, but it didn't have quite the cruel edge that simmered before. "Hmm, I'm thinking not. Look at this desperate little cunt clench down on my fingers. Poor little darling, no wonder you're so cross."
Reaching up, he laced his hand in the hair at the back of her neck. "I can make you feel all better Pet. But you must keep your eyes on mine the entire time." His gaze stayed on hers as he lowered his mouth between her legs to her swollen lips, biting them gently. Mouth opened soundlessly, Maura stared at him, feeling mesmerized.
Watching only his eyes as he feasted on her, she was amazed at how much he could show through that most beautiful part of him in an unguarded moment. "Oh, God!" he groaned, "There's nothing sweeter than the taste of you on my tongue..." He pulled one of his fingers out, then dragged her hand down to bring one of her slim fingers to join his inside her. Startled, Maura tried to draw back, but James held her there. The feeling of them both inside her was so jarring, the slip and slide of his fingers against hers. "Don't take it away," he whispered. "Make yourself come. I'll help you."
Maura's head fell back blissfully, but his impatient hand pulled it back to look at the sight of them both sliding inside her. She'd never been struck before by the difference between her hands, and his. She was proud of being strong and competent, but the sight of the thickness of his roughened fingers sliding inside her along with her white, slim one was jarring and made her feel strangely submissive.
Maura's forehead drooped against his, James was still intent on drawing her orgasm from her. She could feel his grin against the skin of her forehead as he kissed her and whispered, "It's absolutely beautiful to see you relax into your true nature, so docile. Do you want to come for your Sir?" Hating herself but not being able to stop, Maura nodded, resting her finger against his, letting him manipulate them inside her. She watched as James drew his thumb along her seam to collect more silky wetness and drag it back up to her clitoris, gently patting and stroking it in rhythm with their fingers. He could feel that delicious coiling of the muscles inside her, knowing she was close.
***
James groaned, watching her mouth open in a soundless sigh. He always loved watching her come, as if he'd finally broken through something locked inside her and claimed something no one else could find. "Do you want this, Pet?" He gently nudged her forehead, making her look at him again. Ah, there is, he thought, watching her eyes widen and that sweet pink flush spread on her skin, she's ready. His fingers made hers slow, nearly stopping inside her, even though his thumb continued the maddening tapping on her swollen clit.
"Do you want to come, darling?" He could feel her walls anxiously clutch against his fingers, trying to keep him from drawing out of her. Her lips parted again, but nothing came out. "Do you?" he purred in her ear, making her shiver as another spray of goosebumps went down her arms. His two fingers inside her nudged her smaller one, pressing them against her pelvis from inside.
"Oh!" Maura gasped, instinctively trying to pull them out.
"Ah, ah my Pet," James chided her, "this is important. Feel that little rough patch on those silky walls of yours? Right here?"
