She joined him to admire the array of food and with a smile, fingered the very obvious bugging device. “I love it. They even have flowers and chocolate, like a five-star hotel. I can’t eat too much, though, or I’ll be sick again.”
“The crackers must be for you, then,” he said.
“Hmm. The Russians are so thoughtful. I should thank them.”
She walked to the bed and looked down at contents in her open briefcase. She shook her head, signaling everything was left untouched. Obviously, the captured Dr. Kantor had emphasized the importance of not touching that laptop.
“They just want you better so you could play with that stupid thing,” Walker said. “As long as you’re running a fever, you’re unable to show them what they want.”
“I know. I’m sorry I got sick. I’m sorry they were so mean and kidnapped you too. Now we’ve missed our wedding,” she wailed, “and our friends are wondering where we are! They’re going to make police reports and everyone will be looking for us.”
“Except they don’t know where we are,” he told her, wondering how on earth she could think up of all this stuff while efficiently closing the briefcase, then slipping on that tight blouse and arranging her clothing. She’d depressed something on one of her rings again but it wasn’t glowing. He’d no idea what she was up to.
“Okay, I won’t thank the Russians. It’s all their fault. They made Baby Bun Bun act up. I think I’m going to be sick again.”
“Lie down and I’ll bring some fruit and crackers and feed you like...a love slave.” He swore the pause was very, very slight.
She sniffed. “Okay, but you must kiss me and make me feel much, much better. Maybe let me warm my cold hands in your pants.”
Rule #7. No matter how dangerous the situation, a beautiful woman’s hands in his pants was not a good idea. But it would lull their listeners into thinking their prisoners weren’t planning anything violent.
“Of course, anything for my Kissy Kibble Love Puddle.”
Her eyes laughed at him and he smiled. He was actually able to say that without a pause.
* * *
He was her love slave and so he allowed her to tie his arms above his head, her stockings hanging loosely from the bed posts. Really, one would think this was real, the way he hesitated so long before meekly giving her his arms. . She’d made a great show of tightening the knots. He’d just stretched out on the white bed and looked back at her.
That look promised retaliation at some future date. She smiled down seductively. She looked forward to it.
Their little game began with her touching parts of him with her hand and telling him a story of what she was going to do to that part. She had plenty of fodder. Some of her GEM friends were very skilful and adventurous women. Each story she told really did happen and she made sure she used language Walker would understand, that what she was telling could be reenacted easily.
He swallowed once at the story of Heather’s Love Bites, her fingers teasing certain spots of his body. He was clothed but she could see the slight tension of his stomach muscles. Then she continued with the famous GEM lore of T’s cock ring, how she’d used them on the balls of her lover.
“I’m supposed to tighten the rings like this (she showed it like turning a key over) when you’re near orgasm. Then your balls can’t retract fully, you see, and it makes your erection lasts long and nice for me. And your orgasm would be quite explosive I heard, Honey Bun Bun. You’ll like this, I think.”
He’d blinked at least twice at her description. And yeah, his body was saying he was kind of turned on by that story.
The power went out just as Nadia was in the middle of telling Walker the story of Marlena’s famous pearl necklace and how it was used while making love. This one was her favorite and she felt a bit disappointed she wasn’t able to tease him with it.
Leaning over in the dark, she pulled the knots free with expert ease and her man was released. She’d loosened his belt and she heard him quietly pulling it from the loops, readying it for use. Oh yes, he was definitely a trained warrior.
She picked up the briefcase, joining him as he moved like a cat toward the entrance to their room. They could hear sounds around the farmhouse now—glass breaking, muffled shouts, things falling over.
Their door was locked. Nadia nudged him aside. She pressed a button on top of her briefcase and a small stream of light shot out of a panel, giving enough to work in the darkness. She pressed another button and a blue laser beam tracked the light as she made a circle next to the door handle. There was a low hum as it went to work. Once that was done, she turned the light and laser off.
“Nice,” Walker said, and knocked the hole out.
“The suitcase has a GPS tracker. I’ve activated it so they know which floor we’re on,” Nadia told him. “They’ll be wearing thermal goggles as their main fashion statement.”
“Where are we going?”
“To get Kantor while everyone’s fighting everyone.”
He opened the door and paused. “And how do we go about that in the dark? We haven’t been around this place to know its layout.”
“Watch.”
