A/N: I made a few edits to Chapter 20, based on some input from tree979 (cheers!). Primarily, I changed the instances where Zahra refers to Guerrero as "daddy" to "boss". That moniker continues in this chap.
Ch. 21 rated M+ (can I do that?) for sexuality, language, BDSM (including power exchange and pain), and (fem)slash.
Please review if you can: suggestions/concrit always welcome! -ab
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"So what's this about going home with some dude at the club last week?" Guerrero asked as he shifted into second gear. Streetlights refracted through the windshield, coloring his face like a stained-glass window.
Zahra watched him out of the corner of her eye but said nothing.
"Doc, I can think of at least eight different ways that leaving with a stranger like that would have been a bad idea. Ames was a good friend, getting you out of there." He flicked the blinker on to make a left turn. "And if you ever tell her I said that, I'll come after you with more than my belt."
"This guy was no super-spy-assassin, trust me," the doctor drawled. "He just wanted to get laid."
"And so did you."
"Mhm," she agreed, a lazy smile curving her lips. She shifted her legs gingerly, still tender from his ministrations in the elevator.
Guerrero ran his tongue around his teeth. "Vibrator out of batteries?" he quipped.
She narrowed her eyes at him, pursing her mouth. "He was really cute. His name was...Jeff. Or something."
"Could Jeff-or-Something have gotten you off like I just did?" The question was not entirely rhetorical.
Zahra laughed and twined her arms backward around her headrest. "Don't get ahead of yourself: you've only given me one orgasm."
"The night is young." He grinned to see her lick her lips unconsciously. She reached out her left hand to rest it on his thigh. When they came to a stoplight, he reached over and pulled her head toward him, cupping her cheek to draw her lips in for a kiss. She moaned eagerly into his mouth and accepted his tongue between her teeth. He broke from the kiss, breathless, and turned back to the wheel. Zahra wiped a smudge of lipstick off of his mouth with her thumb, then curled back into the passenger seat, a satisfied smirk on her face.
"Next time just call me," he said. "I'll always answer when you call."
"Even in Montreal?" she teased.
He glanced at her as the light changed and he shifted into gear. "Always."
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Zahra's friends lived in a three-story townhouse on a recently-gentrified block. The home was in no way extraordinary or different from its cookie-cutter neighbors. There was even a Volvo parked out front.
The man who opened the front door was just short of six-foot, and heavy-set. He had short-cropped dark blond hair and looked like the sort of person who should wear glasses. He had on a three-piece suit in a subtle brown check. The woman who joined him almost immediately in the wood-floored hallway wore thigh-high black boots with a tall heel, so she might have been as petite as Zahra, though she was much fuller-figured. Guerrero guessed that she was Filipina. Her hair was a tumble of black and brown waves cascading to below her shoulder-blades. Her tight black vinyl dress, with its large belt and mock badge, appeared to be a sexy cop costume; her voluptuous cleavage strained over the neckline. Guerrero caught the grin that passed between Zahra and the other woman and realized that the Officer von Tease outfit had been a special request for tonight.
"This is Lewis, and there's Deva," Zahra announced, smiling at him. "And this is-" She broke off and threw him a sudden look of confusion.
"Sean," he introduced himself, shaking the taller man's hand.
"Sean," Zahra repeated softly, her eyes locked on his as Lewis bent to kiss her cheek. Guerrero grabbed her hand surreptitiously and squeezed it.
The woman who called herself Deva scooted her partner out of the way to slip her arms around Zahra's waist and kiss her on the cheek. Then she turned to Guerrero, smiling. He noticed a beauty spot near her left eye. "We were so glad when Zahra called. Welcome."
"Thanks for having us. Officer," he replied drily. Her eyes sparkled with mirth.
Lewis was helping Zahra out of her coat. As Guerrero had expected, there was not much underneath: a very short pleated plaid skirt and a halter-style top that he might have called a shirt if it had not been made of white lace, through which he could clearly see her nipples and the rings that transfixed them. Lewis noticed his expression.
"Enjoy it now," the big man rumbled. "She won't be wearing it long."
Smiling, Deva took Guerrero's right hand, while Zahra kept a grip on his left. Between them, they pulled him toward a stairwell leading down. "Wait 'til you see the basement," Zahra gushed in anticipation.
He was not sure what he had been expecting, but it was not a good-size dungeon concealed behind a door that might have led to an unfinished storage room in the average person's cellar. A structure like the frame of a swing-set lined one entire wall. There were hooks in the ceiling and a spanking bench in the far corner. An overstuffed armchair looked out of place on the wall facing the bondage frame. An ordinary wood table sat in the middle of the concrete floor.
"Deva would like to play with Zahra a little, if that is acceptable," Lewis told him, as if the consent were Guerrero's alone to give. "She's exploring her possibilities as a domme. Then," he continued, snaking one meaty hand around Zahra to clasp her throat in a gentle but subtly threatening manner, "I have a few ideas of my own."
Zahra was staring at Guerrero. He felt a small thrill to realize that she was waiting for his permission. He raised his eyebrows at her. She stepped closer to him and clasped the lapels of his shirt, peeking up at him demurely. "What do you think, boss?" she murmured, eyelashes lowered.
He could not restrain a grin, bearing witness to this side of the confident doctor's personality. He planted a kiss on the top of her head. When he looked up at Lewis, his blue eyes were cold. "No penetration, dude."
It did not escape his notice that Zahra mouthed Told you at the heavier man.
Lewis spread his chubby hands accommodatingly. "As you wish." He went to the corner and began to measure out a few lengths of rope from a coil.
"Would you be so good as to assist me?" Deva asked, her lips suddenly very near to his ear.
Guerrero flicked his eyes pointedly down at her decolletage. "Sure, hon." He shrugged off his jacket and laid it on the table. He saw Zahra watching him with some interest as he rolled up the cuffs of his dress shirt.
Lewis handed Deva the rope, then settled into the armchair. The long-haired woman jerked her head at the large wooden frame. "Shoes off. Back against the wall," she told Zahra.
Zahra stepped out of her heels and backed up, eyes lowered, until she bumped up against the concrete wall. Guerrero could see her relaxing into her submission. Deva stalked forward and kicked her ankles apart, then leaned over to grab a long bar from its position leaning in the corner. There were leather cuffs attached to each end of the bar, and she bent to fasten one around each of Zahra's ankles. The spreader bar kept the petite woman's feet far enough apart that she would soon feel the strain.
"Help me with her arms?" Deva asked him, her voice and eyes flirtatious. Guerrero stepped forward to assist the other woman in slipping a loop around Zahra's wrists. Zahra's dark eyes regarded him calmly through her long lashes as he fastened the rope over a hook in the top of the frame. He backed up and levered himself into a seat on the table, drinking in the sight of the doctor's lean, strong body pulled into an upside-down Y. Her eyes were on Deva, however, and he saw her cringe ever so slightly. Guerrero followed her gaze to the contraption clutched in the Filipina's hand: it looked something like a medical otoscope, but a long cord connected it to an electrical outlet in the wall. He frowned pensively. What was it? A vibrator? Zahra's reaction to the sight of the apparatus suggested otherwise.
Deva noticed his confusion. "It's a violet wand," she explained, as if this should mean something to him. She approached her submissive and touched what appeared to be the business-end of the object in her hand to Zahra's forearm, above both women's heads. She switched the gadget on, and it emitted a low-frequency hum. Zahra grimaced at the sound and turned her face toward her opposite shoulder. Deva adjusted a dial, then drew the tip of the wand down Zahra's arm. Guerrero felt gooseflesh rise on the back of his neck at this simple, sensual act. Zahra's breath was coming fast; her hands worked above the rope. Her eyes lifted to meet Guerrero's just as Deva pulled the violet wand away from the tender flesh of Zahra's triceps; he heard more than saw the electrical crackle that jumped between metal and skin. She held his gaze even while she jerked away from the stimulus, and so saw the wide smile that parted his lips.
Deva continued down Zahra's arm, keeping contact until she reached the sensitive skin of the doctor's armpit. Once again she drew the wand away and forced the current to jump the gap. Zahra winced, crying out. After a long moment, Deva closed the circuit.
"I wanna see her tits," Lewis announced. Guerrero had almost forgotten the other man was there, so focused had he been on the interplay between the two women. He turned and raised an eyebrow, but he could not disagree with the man's basic sentiment.
Not lifting the violet wand from Zahra's skin, Deva unfastened the halter at the back of the shorter woman's neck with her off hand and dragged the lace top down to her waist. After a moment's consideration, she lifted the front of the plaid skirt and tucked it up into the waistband, exposing the edges of Zahra's mound and the white thong Guerrero had bypassed earlier in his assault on her sex. He knew that the fabric would still be wet and fragrant from her lust. There was something about the slatternliness of the doctor with her clothes thus disarranged that aroused Guerrero immensely. Her eyes seemed to widen slightly at the expression of desire on his face.
Deva slid the tip of the wand down to Zahra's side and pulled it away slightly. She ran the contraption up and down the submissive's upthrust ribcage, the point only a hair's-breadth from her flesh and bone. Zahra wriggled, trying to both bend her knees and curl them up toward her chest protectively; the spreader-bar prevented her. Guerrero watched this struggle with interest, but carefully: he was not willing to let her dislocate a shoulder in this modified strappado. Zahra ceased her writhing as Deva touched the wand back to her. Leaning forward, the domme mouthed the protrusion of Zahra's lowest right rib, suckling it. Zahra sighed, but then cried out when Deva let the wand's tip hover over the wet spot. Electricity played over the entire moistened area. Grinning, Deva licked the other woman's nipple and let the wand trail up her torso, clearly headed for her breasts.
Guerrero was at Zahra's side in a flash, Deva's wrist arrested by his left hand, the wand in his right. Its tip produced a warm, tingling sensation on his palm. He shook his head at the domme's surprised look. "Not the piercings," he warned. "You could burn her."
Deva produced an impressive pout, then looked at Zahra, whose eyes were dark, liquid pools focused on Guerrero. "Quite the Lord Protector you have here," Deva purred. She switched off the violet wand and, gaze turned challengingly on Zahra, pressed herself against Guerrero, who found himself absorbed into a passionate, aggressive kiss. He watched Zahra past the waves of brown-black hair. She was biting her lower lip, eyebrows drawn down; he could not gauge the exact nature of her expression. Deva grabbed his hand and pressed his palm against one of her voluptuous buttocks, then walked her lips down his chin to his throat and flicked her tongue against his adam's apple. "You don't let him do that, do you, slut? You don't let him kiss you?"
"She lets me do whatever I want," he corrected, squeezing her ass firmly.
The look in Deva's eyes was one of genuine surprise as she regarded him for a long moment. "So what do you want?" she asked seductively once she had recovered herself.
Guerrero leaned down and whispered in the ear that was farthest from Zahra, who strained obviously to catch his words. A throaty laugh erupted from Deva. "Twist my arm..." she teased, rubbing her curvacious body against Guerrero. He popped her backside once encouragingly and returned to the table. Lewis was leaning back in the armchair, legs crossed, chin in hand. Guerrero tossed him a questioning glance. We okay? The larger man allowed a small, evil grin of fraternity to curve his lips.
Deva was working Zahra's body again with the violet wand. The doctor would hold her breath in dread as the apparatus trailed over her flesh, then gasp in startled pain when Deva drew it away. Guerrero licked his lips when the domme moved down Zahra's body to her sensitive inner thighs. The submissive cried out every time the wand shocked her. She struggled against the restraint of her legs, trying to bend her knees and bring them together. Each failed attempt produced a sob of frustration that Guerrero found completely endearing.
"Have you had enough?" Deva taunted finally.
Zahra screwed her face up in mortification. "Ma'am, yes, ma'am," she murmured.
Clearly unsatisfied with this response, Deva slipped the wand over Zahra's thigh to tag one pert buttock. The submissive yelped.
"I asked if you've had enough, slut!"
"Ow. Ma'am, yes, ma'am, please, I've had enough." Zahra was shaking with pain as Deva ran the current up and down her thigh. "Ma'am, please, ma'am!"
"I was going to see if I could make you cry by shocking that little pussy of yours," Deva began, gripping her submissive's right breast harshly in her off hand, "but your daddy there has convinced me that's not such a great idea with all that damn jewelry you have. So I'll give you a different task: eat my pussy. Would you like that?" She touched the wand down, then lifted it up again.
"Yes, ma'am. I'd like that!"
"Convince me," Deva ordered. She removed her hand from Zahra's breast and raised it to insert two fingers in the doctor's mouth. Zahra immediately set to sucking the fingers as if they were a penis, her head bobbing, her cheeks hollowing out. Guerrero ran a hand over his mouth; the semi-erection he had been nursing swelled convulsively. Deva turned her head to observe the effect of these ministrations first on Lewis, then on Guerrero. Chuckling at their expressions, she switched off the violet wand and pulled her fingers out of Zahra's mouth. There was an audible pop when she broke the suction. Guerrero grimaced with lust. The Filipina slipped to her knees, full vinyl-clad ass rounding out; she unfastened the cuffs around Zahra's ankles. Then she stood and reached up to undo the rope from the top of the frame. She adjusted the loop around Zahra's wrists so they were still bound together.
"Down."
Zahra knelt. Deva pulled on the rope around her wrists, tugging her submissive after her. Zahra stumbled forward on her knees past Guerrero to the armchair, eyes lowered. Lewis welcomed Deva onto his lap, and she rotated on his thighs until she was facing outward. "Panties." Zahra reached under the domme's dress with her bound hands and slid her thong down her legs. Deva hiked the skirt up, spread her legs, and leaned back against Lewis' chest. The big man grabbed one of her full breasts in each of his hands. Guerrero was staring at Deva's sex. The domme winked at him; he returned it, a grin threatening to curve his lips. Then she jerked on the rope. Her slick folds and her neatly-trimmed dark fur disappeared behind Zahra's head. Deva moaned triumphantly, staring down at her submissive. Guerrero moved to the other end of the table for a better view. The sight of Zahra's pink tongue lapping at Deva's center sent his mind reeling. He bit the insides of his cheeks, stifling a groan of desire. He fought the urge to fall to his knees behind Zahra and plunge into her while she pleasured the domme.
Lewis was nuzzling Deva's neck, massaging her breasts, as the writhing woman gasped helplessly. "That's right, slut...yeah...like that...keep going..." Lewis pinched her nipples through the vinyl, and she cried out. She worked her hand into her submissive's dark hair, loosening the twin braids, and drew her mouth closer. Zahra leaned in, bracing herself on her bound hands, tonguing furiously. Deva arched her back and tensed, letting forth rhythmic shrieks as wave after wave of orgasm possessed her. At last she shuddered, her hand crushing Zahra's face to her sex, and moaned with her final release.
"On your feet," Lewis barked. Zahra struggled to a standing position, chest heaving. The big man kissed his partner deeply, then rose to his feet, sliding Deva onto the cushion of the armchair in his place, where she collapsed in a satisfied puddle. Lewis leaned toward Zahra and, to Guerrero's mild surprise, licked her face clean of the other woman's orgasmic juices. Then he cocked his head at the smaller man.
"Sean, would you mind undressing our little pet here? Completely, if you would."
"Sure, dude," Guerrero replied. He was trying for nonchalance, but the hoarseness of his voice betrayed him. Zahra shivered as he stepped behind her and kissed the back of her neck. Her eyes were wide, her heart pounding. He unzipped the pleated skirt, which began to slip down her hips. He paused to brush his fingers teasingly over her pierced nipples. She moaned achingly and arched herself back against him. Guerrero flattened his palms against her flesh and ran his hands all over her torso. His touch was a promise that she understood and accepted.
"Are you going to be a good girl?" he murmured. He palmed her buttocks under the plaid skirt.
"Wasn't I a good girl for Deva, boss?" she moaned, goosebumps rising all over her flesh. "Wasn't that what you wanted, boss?"
Guerrero smiled to realize she had guessed the request he had made of Deva. He rubbed his facial hair against her neck and mouthed her nape. "Oh, yes," he assured her. "I'll give you a nice reward later." Her lips were parted with anticipation; her breath came heavily. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her thong, then dragged skirt, top, and panties down her legs. Finding his face at the level of her backside, he could not help fixing his teeth in a gentle bite on her buttock. Zahra shivered. He grasped her ankles gently to guide her feet out of the clothes.
Lewis looked her over, clearly relishing what he saw. Guerrero knew that this was not the first time the larger man had seen Zahra naked; he wondered what specific acts they had actually performed together. Seeming to understand the train of the shorter man's thoughts, Lewis telegraphed a glance at Guerrero that he grasped perfectly: thanks for letting me play with your toy. Then the plump dom pushed Zahra gently toward the spanking bench and patted her flanks briskly, as one might a horse's. "Down you go, my dear."
"Sir, yes, sir," she murmured, obediently straddling the bench. Guerrero felt an odd rush when he saw her bare inner thighs and breasts came to rest on the leather. She shifted until she was comfortable kneeling over the omega-shaped contraption. Lewis pulled her bound wrists forward and down toward the horse's support beam and secured her hands. She now crouched with her face pressed against the leather. With her ass tilted up like this, she was totally exposed: labia, clitoris (with its metal ring), rectum, everything. Deva hummed in appreciation from her seat in the armchair. Guerrero cocked his head, admiring the awkward but available angle of Zahra's pelvis. He leaned back against the table.
Lewis only waited. Zahra began to take deep, measured breaths. Deva murmured words of encouragement: "Just settle down into your subspace, baby. Don't anticipate. Take what he wants, when he wants it."
Guerrero watched with curiosity and some professional admiration as Lewis finally made a move to spread a piece of plastic sheeting under the spanking horse. The heavy-set man struck a match and lit a pillar candle. "To be honest with you, little one," Lewis announced softly but clearly, "I just want to play a little bit. Warm you up for Sean here. I suspect that after he watches me play with you, he'll want to fuck you like this." A flush spread over Zahra's face and body at the coarseness of the words. Guerrero stifled a smile, popping his tongue into his cheek. Lewis was right: he did want to fuck her like that.
The dom rubbed a small, smooth hand over Zahra's ass. "I'm going to give you ten, slut. Don't forget to count. Backwards, if you please."
"Sir, yes, sir."
Lewis' hand pulled back and smacked Zahra hard on the upper thigh, just in the meaty part below her left buttock. She winced. "Ten."
Another smack, this time on the right side. "Nine."
Again on the right. Harder. "Eight," Zahra hissed.
A loud pop sounded as Lewis spanked her smartly on the top of her left buttock. "Seven," she grunted. The dom was taking this seriously. Guerrero pursed his lips, knitting his brows, but he could not deny that the sight of Zahra's reddened backside jiggling after every blow was arousing him enormously.
Two smacks in quick succession on the right side. "Six. Five!"
A particularly hard one on the left. "Four!" Zahra wailed. Her breathing was shallow as tears sprang to her eyes.
"Only three more," Lewis said quietly. "Breathe." He waited until the submissive's breathing had slowed, then spanked her twice, sharply, on the right buttock. "Three, two!"
One loud slap on the left. "ONE!" And it was over. Zahra gasped for breath as Lewis rubbed the smarting flesh to ease the sting. He indicated to Guerrero the attractive pinkish tinge of the girl's bottom. The shaggy-haired man tilted his head in appreciation of the view.
"Now I'm going to give you a little bit of a treat, since you were so good."
Zahra snuffled.
"What do you say, bitch?" The dom grabbed Zahra by one braid and yanked her head back at a sharp angle. Guerrero objected somewhat to the name-calling, but he was willing to let this play out a little more.
"Sir, thank you, sir!"
"Good girl." Lewis released his grip on Zahra's hair and reached for the candle. The wax on the top was nicely melted by this time. "As I recall, you like hot wax, slave."
"Sir, yes, sir."
With no other preface, Lewis dumped a spill of wax onto Zahra's exposed back. She hissed and clenched her whole body toward a fetal position. "Relax," Lewis soothed. Zahra took a deep breath and exhaled into the next splash of heat which struck her flesh. Her pupils dilated. Her lips parted with desire, eyelashes fluttering. Goosebumps rose on Guerrero's skin to see the warm, sensuous slickness of the wax on her flesh. Another splash came, and another. Soon she was moaning softly and rocking her pelvis in a rhythm that Guerrero already knew well. Deva hummed in delighted sympathy.
"What a good slut," Lewis cooed, and set down the candle. He went to a cabinet against the wall and picked up some items which Guerrero could not yet identify; they produced clacking noises. He could see by Zahra's sudden tension that she could hear the sounds too. The dom had also noticed her distress.
"No, you don't like that noise, do you?" Lewis laughed. "Do you know what I'm going to do next?"
She grimaced, her anxiety growing. "Sir, no, sir."
He paused for dramatic effect, enjoying the submissive's fear. "I'm going to run a zipper, dearest," he said at last, dangling the chain of clothespins in front of her face. To Guerrero's surprise, Zahra whimpered. Lewis tracked back around to Zahra's rear. "Now, now. I'll give you a little incentive." A gentle buzzing erupted from Lewis's other hand. He brushed her thigh with the vibrator. Zahra, still unaware of what the object was, struggled; the ropes were beginning to cut into her wrists. "Sit still, bitch." Lewis's force was measured but sharp. Zahra froze, and the dom started to track the vibrator along her thigh toward her sex. The little buzzing toy traced down between her buttocks and then between her labia. Her gasp at the sudden stimulation transformed into a moan of shame at her uncontrollable reaction. Lewis's skilled fingers tugged her lips to pull up her hood, and the vibrator rattled softly against the little steel ring nestled against her nub. Zahra moaned. Guerrero's hands tightened on the edge of the table.
Suddenly, Lewis pulled the vibrator away. "Do you want me to continue?"
"Oh, sir, yes! Sir, please, sir," Zahra breathed.
"Then be still while I clip you."
She groaned wretchedly as Lewis grabbed the first pinch of skin on her thigh and clamped it with a clothespin. She worked actively to control her breathing. A second clip found a place on her other thigh. Zahra hummed with panic.
"Think about how good that sweet clit of yours is going to feel. Put everything right there. You want me to put the vibrator back on, don't you?"
Zahra gritted her teeth. "Sir, yes, sir."
A third pin. A fourth. A fifth. A sixth. Her inner thighs were now laced up with six clothespins attached to each other by a chain. There were still two pins left. Guerrero winced as Lewis clipped one onto each of her labia. She made a low keening noise in her throat.
"Let's give it a minute to work, shall we?" Lewis suggested, and began to stroke the pinched flesh around the clamps. Zahra sobbed miserably. He jiggled the chain, smiling at the girl's protesting cry. "All right, dear. Now beg me."
"Sir, please take them off, sir!" she hiccupped.
Lewis jangled the chain thoughtfully, causing another outcry. "You want me to take them off? Is that it?" Guerrero knew that the pain would flare intensely when the dom removed the clothespins as blood rushed into the clamped flesh.
Zahra knew this too, apparently. "No! Sir, no, sir. Sir, the vibrator, please, sir."
"What about the vibrator?"
"Sir, please put the vibrator on my clit, sir!" Zahra begged, gulping on her sobs.
Lewis switched the vibrator on, letting her hear its soothing buzz. Slowly, deliberately, he moved the toy toward the prone woman's dripping sex. She cried out with pleasure and gratitude as the vibrator descended on her swollen nub.
"Sir, thank you, sir."
"Don't thank me yet, child." While he held the vibrator on her sex with his right hand, Lewis rolled the zipper's chain between the fingers of his left hand. "This still has to come off."
Zahra closed her eyes, breathing heavily. Tiny cries of pleasure escaped her lips as she arched her back and pressed herself against the toy.
"Breathe," Lewis ordered, and before Zahra could inhale again, the dom pulled sharply on the chain, ripping the clothespins off the woman's pinched thighs and labia. She shrieked with startled hurt, but then Guerrero saw her convulsing with release as her orgasm crashed over her. She screamed out loud as the vibrator continued its assault against her sex. She wriggled, trying to free herself from the painful pleasure wracking her, but she could not escape. Slowly she subsided, and, incredibly, she began to moan hungrily, ready for another climax.
But then the vibrator was gone. Zahra wailed in animal confusion. Lewis turned and grinned at Guerrero, who did not need to be told twice. He sprang off the table, erection straining. The heavy-set man gestured to Deva, who waved at Guerrero. The couple slipped out of the room, Lewis's hand already sneaking under the vinyl skirt.
Guerrero was at Zahra's side in a second, tracing his fingers gently over her still-pink backside. She sighed. "Mine," was all he could think to say for the moment as he stroked her hair. Looking her over, he smoothed now-cold wax off her skin. "Do you have any idea how sexy you look like this? I want you so bad, doc."
"Yes," she gasped. "Please, boss."
"Yeah, suck it. Like that," Lewis groaned from the other room.
"I want to fuck you right here, like this," Guerrero murmured. "Would you like that?"
"Yes. Yes, please."
Christ. He took a deep breath. This is real. This is Zahra. His hands were shaking as he undid his fly and freed his erection. "Say it," he demanded.
"Please fuck me, boss."
"Who?"
"...Sean," she begged, her voice trembling. "Please fuck me, Sean."
The second the words were out of her mouth, he plunged into her sodden passage and drew a sharp breath, feeling her tight heat around him. Zahra moaned languorously as he stretched and filled her. Gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, he pulled out until his tip was just nudging the outside of her passage. She strained against the ropes which bound her wrists and tilted her pelvis back to pull him inside her.
"Yes, Sean, please."
Desperate, he thrust into her roughly but lovingly. She wailed and rocked against him, gasping for release. He slammed into her violently, insane with her pleasure and his own, and groaned, shaking, finally almost weeping with the intensity of his orgasm.