Auspicious Noire

The hidden door slung open with a soft click, exposing a darkened hallway stinking of must and mud. Cobwebs clung to the stone walls, climbing in a frightening pattern of white and grey. Silence festered like the undiscovered remains of a beached whale, leaving a bad taste in Nadia’s mouth.

Still, she couldn’t afford to pass this chance up.

What had she been thinking?

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Of course, Eryk would be here. He was an arm’s dealer and had spent most of his adult life out of the Marines and his Ivy League education haunting the darkest parts of the world. That’s where she’d met him.

Met him and fell under his spell.

Six years ago, she’d finally put him and the clandestine agency she’d worked for in the rearview. Moving into the private sector was a good thing and carried the promise of more money than she could have ever hoped to make in the public. The risk of seeing Eryk was minimal, but never zero.

Seeing him tonight...

Swallowing, she slung herself through the narrow opening and let the door break shut and lock. Yells echoed on the other side, peppered with the repeating pound of heavy gunfire. Good. Perhaps MONaRCh had sent in reinforcements.

The robotics would enter first. Humanoid enough and nearly unstoppable without the right ammunition, but as the com in her ear crackled, Nadia guessed Eryk and his team had the correct gear tonight.

Fuck.

“Hey,” a deep voice rumbled, “tell me you made it into the exit shaft, Dia?”

Lorenzo. Her right-hand man and operation handler was dependable and not once in the last four years had he let her down. She was grateful for his voice, steady and measured, but marred with concern.

“Made it.”

“All articles accounted for?”

Dia nodded. “I never fail to deliver, Zo.”

She’d safely tucked the package into the large broach affixed to her ruined hair. A small drive tucked full of data detailing the mission of a global crisis. Sure, the band of small countries wanting to ruin the world economy would be dealt with, but their organizations included a spidering network of government workers, hackers, scientists, doctors, and the list grew year after year. If they weren’t careful, the very thing they sought to protect would be for naught.

“Good. Any problems?” He asked, muffled voices and the occasional clink of his fingers flying across his keyboard bled through their connection. “Your vitals went wild and then reset. Anything we need to worry about?”

“No. Sounds like an error.”

Mercifully, Lorenzo didn’t respond to the obvious lie.

There was no error. There was only her pressed between a wall and Eryk’s form as he fucked her halfway to the moon and back. Her dress, a creamy creation wrought with silk, pearls and crystals, was badly wrinkled.

Catching her in the middle of an operation was bad, but he’d turned it into a walking nightmare when he dragged her to the library. His voice, a dark mix of pleasure and torment, was richer than ever and whispering disgusting things Dia had forgotten she’d liked. While they brutally murdered her mark in the main ballroom, Eryk pinned Dia with her legs wide and dress tucked to her waist.

A shiver rocketed through her as her mind flickered back to his cock stretching her open. It has been years since she’d been properly destroyed. Despite the time, Eryk knew how to make her orgasm so hard, her vision went white.

His praise in her ear. Fingers wrapped around her neck. Cock so deep it hurt.

In less than ten minutes, he’d stolen her battle hardened resolve and ruined it. Ruined her. Cursing under her breath, Nadia limped down the arched, dimly light hall.

Where candlesticks used to sit, dull gas lamps glowed. Their light danced ominously, tracing horrifying shapes on the walls. Unbothered, Dia pushed forward, awkwardly kicking off her shoe before picking it up.

She couldn’t leave a trace.

Eryk’s DNA was already dripping out of her cunt, leaving an embarrassingly white trail in her wake.

More pooled in her panties. A last parting gift from him. Too late she discovered he wore no condom as he took her, and filling her twice was his only goal.

When his mission demanded his presence, he finished inside of her one last time and pulled her wet panties back up. That’s where he left her. On her back, legs spread, pussy throbbing with bruises on her neck and wrists.

And what was worse? He promised he’d be back to do it all over again. To guard her, two of his men remained behind.

It wasn’t long before the gunfire broke out and Lorenzo’s words filled the quiet channel. Surprisingly, it didn’t take much to knock the men out and escape to a back corner of the library, where a hidden door lay behind a false bookshelf.

And now she was frightfully hurrying to her destination on wobbly, sex crazed legs. Though she heard no footsteps in the corridor, Eryk wasn’t one to give up easily. He never had been.

The man was consumed with owning her, body and mind, back then. Nothing has changed. Determined to escape, Nadia sped up, barreling down the twists and turns of the tunnel to a broad, steel door.

“I’m at the end,” she breathed, clumsily searching for the doorknob. It protested, turning the back to its original position when Nadia clawed at it. “How do I open it? The knob is stuck.”

“I’ll handle it.”

A moment later, the door squealed and clanged, swinging outward on ghastly hinges. Nadia pressed her hands to her ears and turned away, brain reeling as the sound grew. It was a wretched noise, clearly going to draw unwanted attention.

“Shut it. Others are in pursuit.”

Gritting her teeth, Nadia stepped into the cool night air. The moon was a beacon in the sky. Bright and white, wide enough to light a path returning to the stables. Fresh and damp, the wind brought the scent of dew, soft earth and the salt of the sea. Quickly, she turned to shut off the tunnel’s access.

As Nadia slammed the door closed, twigs snapped. She tensed, but kept her back to the woods. Gently, she sank her hand to her thigh and freed a gun from a holster tucked tightly against her skin.

Like lightning, she swung, but not fast enough. Someone knocked the gun from her grip as impatient fingers yanked the com out of her ear.

Unarmed and cut off from her team, Nadia blindly lashed out. Her hits were sloppy, and they didn’t connect to the muscular form tightening itself around her like a boa constrictor. When she couldn’t move, Dia sighed, relaxing in her captor’s hold.

“I knew you’d find this tunnel,” he spoke into her ear, warm breath tickling her.

She gasped, squirming to get away. Dia knew that voice. Knew it almost better than her own.

“Nowhere to go, Trigger.”

Goosebumps blossomed on her skin. No one had called her Trigger in a long time. Eryk’s nickname came from Dia’s itchy trigger finger.

In her spy days, she was ruthless, willing to sacrifice any and everything to protect her secrets. It worked. No one knew who she really was.

Except him.

“Let me go.”

Gently, his right hand cupped her cheek and angled her face toward his. When his face came into view, her stomach dropped. There were many things Eryk had to draw her in and his face never failed to impress.

Did he have to be so damn handsome? Did his body had to fit so right against hers?

His locks were shorter than she remembered and swept away from his face. Dark, robust brown skin with dark, chococlate brown eyes and a killer GQ smile, Eryk was everything Nadia wanted in physical appearance for a man. Though, his beard was fuller now and there was a scar on his left eyebrow.

She’d been kissing his full mouth in the library. Basking in the richness of his gaze. Tracing the lines of planes of his face back into memory.

She never intented to see this man again.

His cock twitched in his pants, thickening and lengthening until her legs were shaking. The asshole was going to fuck her again, and there was nowhere to go. Ruefully, Nadia had to admit she didn’t want to go anywhere.

“Don’t look so surprised, Trigger,” he teased, “you knew the moment you ran I’d come after—and in and on—you. You have the drive, right?”

Defiant, Nadia met his gaze. “Even if I had it, I wouldn’t give it to you.”

“Oh, yes, you will.” He promised. “You’ll give me that drive, Nadia. Want to know what else you’re going to give me?”

Seductively, he dragged his right thumb back and forth across her right nipple. It hardened, sending a torrent of heat down to the pit of her stomach. Her pussy clenched, expelling more of his cum in hopes of more.

He dragged his right hand downward, forcing apart the thigh high slit carved into her skirt to find her soaked underwear. Gently, he pushed them to the side to slide his fingers into her pussy.

“You’re going to give me this and whatever else I ask for. Understood?”

Dia remained silent.

“Come over here.”

Roughly, ee dragged her to a nearby tree and pushed her against it. With a grunt, Nadia slammed her hands against it to stay upright. Eryk made quick work of her skirt, rolling it up neatly around her waist before tearing her underwear to shreds.

“You won’t be needing this anymore. Ever.”

An audacious drop of his semen slid down her leg. A disgusting sign of where he’d been. Somewhere he planned to be again.

Warm and callused, his palms tugged down the spaghetti straps of her top to her elbows. He took his time, tracing every bit of her shoulders and arms until she was shivering before delving deeper to cup her breasts. Moaning, Nadia slammed her legs together.

Eryk kicked them open, resting his thigh to her aching cunt. Wetness, his and hers, stained his black canvas pants. It spread rapidly, moving to his knee and his cock.

“If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask, Trigger.” He leaned closer, lips creating a path across her left shoulder and high as he met her neck. “And before you lie to me, I want to remind you I know when you’re lying.”

Still speechless, Nadia dropped her head forward. Silence stretched between them, broken only by her muffled groans as she rubbed herself on his thigh and the clinking of his belt buckle as it released.

And then, he was there.

Stretching, consuming and filling to the brink. Nadia lifted on her tiptoes, trembling to keep a shriek at bay. Eryk whispered her name, hands squeezing her breasts.

What had it been... 20 minutes since he touched her last? How was he so hard again? And how was she so ready?

Dripping and willing, barely conscious. Her team wouldn’t recognize this version of her. A topless, simpering woman with her legs spread wide and her pussy filled by a known criminal.

She’d always been the pinnacle of justice and never wavering into dark side for any reason. And now, the only thing that made her question her allegiances was slipping his hard cock back out in a slow, drawn motion. Desperate, she moaned.

“Spread wider, Trigger.”

Her legs shook, but she did as he commanded. His hips pushed forward, driving his cock to the hilt a second time. Dia screamed, hands gripping the tree where she could find purchase.

Eryk tore her from the tree, twisting her roughly before dropping to the ground. Her knees hit a moment before his did and she threw back her head with his name on her lips.

The grass was softened with dew and the sand sank where her knees and elbows met the ground. Eryk kneeled behind her, hands clasped at her waist. Cursing, he drove himself as deep as could.

“Arch, Dia.” His order came with the weight of his right palm resting at the small of her back. “Open for me. Spread.”

Defiantly, Nadia shook her head, but her body reacted instinctly to his demands. Her knees widened and her back arched as far as she could manage. Rolling her hips, Nadia met Eryk’s next toe curling thrust.

This... this wasn’t supposed to happen.

Dimly, Nadia glared toward where her ear piece hit the ground. A red light slowly blinked, partially blocked by the broken heel of her left shoe. If she could just—

“They can’t help you, Trigger.”

She gasped, squeezing his cock with her pussy. “They’ve already sent reinforcements. More will come, Eryk.”

He chuckled again. A dark, demented, hollow sound bordering on insanity. A chill lit her body on fire.

“You’re wanted in more countries than not,” she broke off awkwardly as he settled and yanked her hips back to his. “There will be a bidding war to prosecute.”

“Oh, Trigger, you still haven’t figured it out?” His left hand closed around her chin and pulled her backward, turning her head as far as it could. Full of cock and drool, Nadia blinked hazy eyes at Eryk as he freed a walkie talkie from his belt and brought it to his mouth. “Do we have eyes on the Badger?”

Stunned, Nadia trembled. What? How... how was Lorenzo’s voice coming from Eryk’s lips? Surely; he wasn’t...

No...

No.

No!

“Good handlers are scarce.”

“You... you asshole. What did you do to Lorenzo?”

A cruel smile exposed two rows of perfectly white teeth. Nadia had loved his smile. Loved him.

“He reached out to me, wanting to make a deal.”

“And?”

Grunting, Eryk continued to fuck Nadia. She squirmed in his hold, moaning and panting. They were exposed out here.

“He tried to sell you for a hefty price. I was willing to pay—believe me—but he got greedy. So, it was only fair he give me what is rightfully mine.”

“You don’t own me.”

Leaning closer, Eryk spoke. “You were mine the day I saw you and I’ll never let you go again.”

Heat pooled in Nadia’s lower stomach. She was going to cum. Despite hating the man behind the cock and skillful hands, Nadia was putty in his presence.

She dropped to all fours, bouncing her hips hard. Eryk kept her at tempo, gripping her hands and praising her. Filthy, but beyond decorum, Nadia didn’t fight when his right hand crept around her side snd dropped to strum her aching clit.

Her control was at the limit. A mere tug at the string holding her together would send her over the edge. Hungry kisses traced her spine, carving a delicious path from the base to her neck.

“Cum, Nadia.”

His fingers twisted across her clit, and his cock bottomed in her cunt. Shrieking, Nadia shattered. Legs trembling, she collapsed on the ground.

With practiced moves, he screwed her through it. The artful drag of his cock didn’t stop until he’d filled her again. Full and utterly spent, Nadia sagged under his weight.

“You’re leaving with me.”

“And if I say no?” She asked, crossing her arms to cover her nakedness. Shadows emerged from the forest. Men dressed from head to toe in black fatigues.

“You don’t have a choice, Trigger,” he said, “and someone needs to feed your hungry cunt at least three times a day.”

A promise Eryk kept.