Mindful – Chapter two

“So, where is she, Senor Thorne?  Where is my daughter?”

That question causes your heart to pound.  You feel so compelled to answer, it’s taking every ounce of will just to sit there biting the inside of your cheeks to keep the words from bubbling out.  Something in the back of your mind is telling you to shut the fuck up, even if it’s only “What the fuck are you talking about?” that will come out of you.  Because you know, you don’t know how you know, but you know, that if you admit you can’t remember anything, you may anger this man to a point you don’t want to go.

You’re so fucking scared now.

The door opens again and you hear someone call to your tormentor.

“I must leave you for a while, Senor Thorne. When I return, you will tell me what I need to know.  You stole my daughter from me and I will have her back.  You and your partner…One of you will talk.”

Partner???

Oh, fuck, he’s got Dino, too.

You suddenly remember who Dino is.  And you suddenly remember that Dino, yes, was with you.  Information starts flooding your mind and you try desperately to sort it out, barely hearing the man tell his subordinate to take care of you.

While the bloke undoes your cuffs and marches you to the lav, you remember.

You were in Miami.  Dino called, the ex-wife of a drug lord wanted to hire them to rescue her daughter, still down in Columbia with the father.  Simple enough rescue.  Didn’t take a whole lot of time.  You and Dino were putting away celebratory pints a week later.  Then the mysterious message that led you out to the Keys.  A message so important, you were racing out to the Keys without thinking…

Oh, FUCK.

Not Dino.

He has Desirée!

As if on cue, you hear her scream, “Get away from me, you cocksucker!”

You involuntarily cry out her name.

The man with you hits you a good kidney shot with the butt of his rifle and you fall to your knees heavily.

This is bad.  This is much worse than you thought.  Desirée isn’t in the business nor had she any idea that you were.

You’re marched back to your chair and re-cuffed.  You’re given another dose and you can feel the terror building and you’ll talk, you know you will.  Because you’ve remembered now.  You know where the daughter is and as sacred as you hold your charges, you’ll do anything to keep Desirée safe.  She’s the most important thing in all the world to you.

She’s your haven from the madness of your life.

You can only hope and pray Dino rescues you both before you do talk.

The blackness starts to creep in at the edges of your mind and you don’t want to but you fall into that abyss, thankful that Desirée will be with you there…

~*~

Her mouth is around your cock and you’re sweating the sweet torture she’s giving you.  Her warm tongue is lapping at you like a kitten to milk and you’re so fucking hard for her that your baser instincts want to pull her back by her long, black hair and force her onto all fours so you can thrust into her, hard, pounding your hips into her backside until you come with a growl.

But it’s Desirée and you’ll never take her that way.  You love her so desperately that you truly only want to hear her moan, your own needs are secondary.  That is, until her throaty giggle indicates she’s going to be quite naughty and indeed, she pulls away from your straining shaft, a mischievous grin curving those sensuous lips of hers wickedly.  You groan in need and whisper, “Desirée, please,” to no avail.  She is enjoying her game far too much to allow you release.

You struggle again with your need to take her and she takes pity on your obvious state of impending climax by lowering her head again, this time with purposeful movements that let you know there will be no more wanton interruptions, just her mouth, your cock and the ultimate orgasm you can no more control than you can her.  Your hips surge upward as you feel it begin, feel each jet of your seed forced out of you by her talented, beautiful mouth…

At last you stop coming.  You can’t speak, you can only caress her cheek as she crawls up towards you after having cleaned you with her tongue along your vanquished length.  The two of you smile at each other and she snuggles in next to you as you wrap your arms around her, holding her, enjoying the feel of her body next to yours.

You want to ask her to be with you forever, but you first have to tell her about your job.  You promise yourself to do just that when you get back from Columbia…

~*~

Another slap across your face and another derisive laugh at your growing inability to control yourself.

“This is a good drug, Senor, don’t you agree?  As more and more of it is introduced into your body, the less you can resist.  And evidently that includes the seductive nature of your memories.  It is your partner you are thinking of, no?  Not so much a work partner though, as I have come to find out, Senor Thorne.  More of a partner in your life.  It was a surprise to me, but one that is going to work to my advantage, as you’ll now find out.”

There is a scuffle at the other end of the room and you hear rapid instructions in Spanish.  As you translate, your stomach does a slow, nauseating roll at what will obviously come next.

“So, Senor Thorne.  Now can you be persuaded?”

And you hear Desirée’s seductive voice, now a terrified cry, “T, what’s going on?”

You wish you could reassure her, but you’re feeling as scared as she sounds.

TBC

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