Rico

Looking down into those beautiful eyes, I don’t believe a word that comes out of her mouth. If there’s one thing I know about Jasmine Francoise, it’s that this girl doesn’t know how to submit. She’s either trying or lying. It’s impossible to know right now, but I intend to find out. Having her like this, crawling to me, kneeling in front of me, curled up with me. It’s doing things to me, breaking down the last barriers of internal resistance I have.

It’s time.

I stand up, let her feet find the floor. Slowly, I walk her back toward the bed, my hand still clasped in her hair. She can’t see behind her, she has to take step after step backwards, trusting me to guide her back into the bedroom.

“I thought you were going to make me mac and cheese.”

“Later,” I say, my voice a low growl.

“But I’m hungry…”

“So am I.”

The backs of her knees find the end of the bed. I guide her down onto the soft mattress, strip my shirt from my shoulders and follow her down.

I want to fuck her.

She’s mine. Here, in this place, in this room, I finally have the woman I’ve wanted for years. And I’m going to take her.

“This is wrong, Rico.”

She becomes the voice of my conscience, but her submission, whether it was an act or real, has made my need for her almost uncontrollable. I know this is wrong. I’ve never done anything so wrong in my life. But I need to be inside her. I need to take this sassy little girl who plays submissive so nicely, and I need to wrap her around my dick.

I push my hand between her thighs, my fingers finding her still wet slit.

“You’re a bad girl,” I growl, letting my head drop, my lips and teeth finding the side of her neck. “Do you know what happens to bad girls?”

“Tell me…” she moans.

“They get fucked.”

I run a finger up the wet seam of her lips, pushing her panties against her pussy. I let that finger circle around the hard little bud of her clit. I watch her face flush, her eyes gleaming with desire. She’s been teasing me with her body and her voice and her mind for years. And now I’m going to claim it.

“Do you want me to fuck you, little girl? Do you want daddy to fill you with his cock?”

“Oh my fucking god,” she gasps to herself, her hips rising to meet my hand.

“Tell me, Jasmine.”

“I… want you.”’

“What do you want me to do to you?”

I toy with her wet sex, the hand in her hair keeping her in perfect position for me to examine her face. I want to see every bit of what this does to her. I want to take her to the edge, where that submission is real, where her seductive desire becomes wanton begging.

She looks at me under her lashes, and she whimpers the words I want to hear. “Fuck me, daddy…”

Oh fuck yes.

My cock is free in an instant. This should be different. More controlled. This should be a slow act of domination. But my dick is rock hard and I have to feel what this hot, wet little hole feels like around it.

My hand leaves her hair as I take hold of each of her legs, spread them wide so that short little skirt rides up over her ass and only those little panties are in the way. I don’t bother to take them off, I push them to the side, revealing the pussy I have already tasted. She’s delicious.

With her lying beneath me, her legs spread and pushed back to expose her wanton little slit, I can see the hot red blush of the spanking I gave her earlier playing around the backs of her thighs.

“You’re such a bad girl,” I growl down at her. “Daddy is going to have to punish this pussy so hard.”

I feel the way she clenches her lower body, I see the motion of her hips. It’s a dead giveaway. Her nipples are like two little rocks underneath that tank top, her blonde hair flowing across the bed.

Pushing my hips toward her, I let the hot head of my cock glide along her sex.

“Oh my god… oh my god…” she pants.

Her juices coat me, leaving a gleaming slick wetness over my head. Already, her pussy feels amazing. She’s soft and she’s hot and I can feel a hint of the tightness to come when I let my cock press against that little hole.

“Daddy is going to fuck you now, baby,” I mutter, pushing forward. My cock spears inside her, spreading her lips. I let out a growl as I feel the tight, hot walls of her cunt start to grasp me, and then I am lost, driving inside her with a rough stroke which makes us both cry out.

She wraps her legs around my back, and now I am inside her, I reach up and pin her hands above her head. I want her to feel my power. I want her to know that I am strong enough to hold her, fuck her, protect her. I want her to be branded with my cock, I want her to know that she is mine now. All mine.

The sex is rough, passionate and possessive. She writhes beneath me, her pussy taking every hard thrust while she cries out and moans. There’s nothing calculated about her responses now, I’ve made the Francoise ice princess turn into a wild little whore, arching her hips up and welcoming every stroke of my punishing cock.

I pull out, flip her onto her stomach, and slap her red bottom nice and hard. “You’ve been a bad girl for a long time,” I growl. “Time you had a proper daddy to teach you how to behave.”

She cries something incoherent, and I slap her ass again, hard enough to leave a handprint, before pushing back inside her pussy from behind. Her lips are starting to get puffy, the way a woman’s do when she’s being very well fucked. I take a couple strokes inside her, then pull out and spank her bottom again.

“Such a bad little girl, daddy’s little slut needs more cock, doesn’t she?”

“Yessss!” She cries out and I push back inside her, feel the way her cunt grips me so fucking tight.

Pulling her hands behind her, I lock her forearms behind her back, one hand holding both her wrists in the small of her back, my other hand running down her neck and grasping her hair as I slam into her over and over, fucking her the way she deserves to be fucked, giving her what she absolutely needs.

She starts to orgasm, and I fuck her right through it, listening to her guttural female cries as my cock plunges inside that soaking pussy, wet fuck sounds filling the room. I fuck her through that climax and keep going. No mercy. This little girl needs to know exactly what I am capable of - making this pussy belong to me in every way.

Releasing her hair, I bring my other hand back down. Her hands are still locked behind her quivering body as I keep stroking, then push my thumb against the cute little bud of her asshole.

“Daddy!” She shrieks the word and almost immediately starts to cum again. Oh fuck yes. I push the tip of my finger inside her bottom and feel the clenching of her ass and cunt as she shakes uncontrollably.

I’m going to cum. I can’t hold it any longer. The animal in me wants to do it inside her, but the sliver of sanity I have left makes me pull out just as my cock starts to shoot hot seed all over her spanked ass, her winking little butt hole, and her freshly fucked pussy. I cover her in my cum, I make her feel it dripping over the holes I now own.

“You’re mine,” I say, leaning over to press a kiss to the back of her head. “You’re daddy’s little girl now, and he’s going to keep you safe.”

The next morning.

Jasmine is still curled up in bed when I have to leave. She’s a late sleeper. I’m an early riser - especially when there’s this much on the line. She hasn’t given me any information yet, but she’s given me her body. It’s so tempting to stay in bed with her, watch her sleep. She’s beautiful, more than any other woman in the world. I’ve fallen for her, hard.

The sex was as incredible as it was wrong. Reaching out, I let a strand of her hair slip through my fingers. It’s so soft, just like she is. A feeling of pure protective desire rushes over me.

I have never been in territory this dangerous before. I have never crossed the line like this before. I promised Jasmine I would keep her safe. I intend to keep my word. As to what happens after that, I don’t know. In order to cut a deal with the prosecutor, she’s going to need to cooperate with the investigation. Fucking me doesn’t count. I have to show material ways she assisted, and right now I have nothing.

“She’s a handful,” I tell the agent relieving me. “Don’t take any shit from her, and if she tries to leave, or gives you any trouble at all, I want you to call me.”

“No problem,” Agent Lee says, her pretty face set in determination.

I called one little troublemaker to watch another. Seemed to make sense. I can tell Sonya is nervous. Not because of Jasmine. Because of me. I’m giving this disgraced rookie a chance to prove herself here. Jasmine isn’t going to be easy to keep under wraps. She’s willful and disobedient and I know when she wakes up she’s going to be in the mood to rebel.

Hopefully Sonya can keep a decent eye on Jasmine, anticipate some of the trouble before it comes. Like knows like, after all. A female agent is better for Jasmine, especially with the way she likes to play the seductive little vixen. She could take a man apart in a matter of hours - and maybe the idea of her playing that game with another man makes me angry to the point of distraction.

“I won’t let you down, sir,” she says as I head toward the door. There’s an eagerness in her tone I have to avoid smiling at. She’s working so damn hard to atone for her sins. I’m starting to think I made the right call bringing her back.

“Mhm. Keep your eyes and ears open.”

“Will do, sir.”

With that, I leave. I’m going into the office. I have people to brief. I have an operation to plan. We’re so close to bringing the French Connection down now I can taste it. Jasmine is on the verge of flipping.

I don’t want to go, but I have to keep the pressure on. I have to get as many people into the field as possible, beating the bushes. I have to tip the scales to the point it seems inevitable that her scumbag father and brother are going to prison. Make the rats think their ship is sinking, then watch them scurry.

Before getting into my car, I scan the street. I half wish I’d kept Jasmine in my home. If I had, I’d have known who is out of place here. As it is, I look for tell-tale signs of dubious behavior, anyone who isn’t utterly absorbed in themselves, their phones, their cars. These days, not many people pay attention to others. Nothing jumps out at me, so I get into my car and leave, glancing behind me to see if I’ve been followed. We have people stationed on the street who would take care of that, but keeping my wits about me is second nature now. I don’t leave my personal safety to other people.

I’m about five minutes into the drive when my phone rings. I’m expecting it to be Sonya, reporting some kind of problem with Jasmine, so I answer quickly, the bluetooth putting the call through my car’s speakers.

“Agent Rico?”

Not Sonya. This is a male voice. One with an accent.

“Speaking.”

“This is Jaques Francoise. Jasmine’s father.”

The look I give the speaker could kill, but I keep my composure as I start to pull over.

“No. Don’t stop, Agent Rico. Keep driving. Make the next left.”

The hair on the back of my neck rises as I realize I am being watched. Someone is observing me. Someone behind me? The car behind me is being driven by a little old lady. Can’t be her. Maybe someone further back. Maybe, if they’re really good, someone in front.

I carry on straight.

The voice on the line tuts at me. “You don’t listen well, Agent Rico. You don’t follow orders well either.”

There’s something about this man’s accented tone that makes my blood boil. It’s the arrogance, dripping from every syllable. I’ve never made contact with Jaques Francoise before. Making his acquaintance is no pleasure.

“I don’t take orders from you.”

“But you will.”

“And why would I do that?” I can’t keep the derision out of my voice.

“Because I have something you love.”

“I really doubt that.”

There’s a soft chuckle.

“Ricky. I’m sorry!” A shrill cry emits from the background.

It’s Jasmine’s voice. It can’t be, but it is. How the hell is this possible? I literally just left her sleeping in bed. There is no way this is happening. It can’t be. And yet, I feel that horrible sensation which always begins to dawn when I realize something truly bad is happening.

“You don’t have her. I do.”

“No,” that smug voice continues. “I have her. You left the house, Agent Rico. You left one small woman to guard my daughter. I’d almost think you were setting a trap if you weren’t so incredibly incompetent in general.”

Sonya. Holy hell. He has Sonya too.

“If you’ve hurt Agent Lee…”

“Of course I’ve hurt her,” he laughs. “But she’s alive, for the moment.”

They must have gone in the back door the same time I walked out the front. That means they were waiting. That means they knew I was there. That means our place is compromised. I feel cold anger settling in the pit of my stomach. Someone has betrayed us. I was careful. I followed protocol.

But you didn’t, a little voice in my head chimes in. You had sex with her. You got distracted.

My hands tighten on the wheel as I put serious steel into my voice. “Mr. Francoise, you’re going to release Agent Lee, and your daughter. You’re going to comply with my investigation….”

“Fuck!”

An anguished scream cuts through my steely demands. My blood runs cold.

“Sorry about that. My daughter is paying the price for her betrayal,” he says calmly. “Do go on, Agent Rico. This really is fascinating.”

“Don’t you dare hurt her…”

“I’ve already hurt them both,” he grits out, the facade of civilization fading. “And I will hurt them a great deal more unless you do as I say. Do I have your attention, Agent?”

I am all out of options. I know this man won’t hesitate to hurt Jasmine. And I know Sonya is in the kind of danger Colt never wanted her to be in again.

“Yes,” I growl.

“Good. Now circle back and take that turn I told you to take. And don’t disobey another order of mine. Every time you do, one of these pretty girls is going to pay the price.”

“She’s your daughter,” I say, attempting to appeal to the good in him. Unfortunately for all concerned, it just isn’t there.

“Daughters are disposable,” Jaques says. “This one has always been far too much trouble. Too much like her mother. I should have sold her when I had the chance.”

He is utterly evil. The kind of evil which is almost impossible to comprehend for an average person. This man doesn’t feel sorrow, or happiness. He feels anger and the thrill of power, and very little else. There will not be any negotiating with him.

I have to get a message to Colt and the others.

Texting and driving is illegal, but desperate times call for further breaking of the rules. One eye on the road, the other on my phone, I tap a message out to Colt and hit send.

“You’re quiet, Agent Rico.”

“Just speaking when spoken to, sir.”

He chuckles. He likes that. Likes to have his ego stroked.

“You’re going to be very useful to me, Agent Rico. Take the next right.”

I follow his directions all the way to a shady area of the city which sits derelict, a place for homeless people, junkies and criminals. I make sure my gun is loaded and in my hip holster before I get out of the car. This is dangerous. I stand a very good chance of finishing the day dead.

There are men waiting for me inside an old warehouse. Five of them all standing around a parked and blacked out van. Jaques says it contains Agent Lee, but I’m not so sure about that. This seems far too simple. It may be that this is a test, to see how far he can push me, to see what I’ll do in the name of love. If it is a test, it’s a good one, because I don’t know any more than he does.

I approach slowly, warily, my hand relaxed by my side, but ready to go for my gun. Jaques isn’t here, of course. He’s sent his henchmen to do the dirty work for him.

“Rico?” One of the tough guys calls my name.

“That’s me.”

“Shit,” one of the others laughs. “Jaques really got himself a pet agent.”

I’m nobody’s pet, but I know better than to rise to this kind of teasing. They want me to lose my temper. They want to humiliate me. This is a power game to them, a sick and twisted one that can only end in death.

“I believe you are holding an agent of mine. Agent Lee.”

“Yeah. We got her. You gotta do something for us first.”

“And what is that?”

The leader of the pack of idiots smirks and sticks out his foot which is clad in a dirty old yellow Timberland. “Lick my boot.”

My expression doesn’t change. I’m not going to react to these juvenile games. “How about you give me Agent Lee now, and I don’t put in a special request for your prison file to be tagged for solitary.”

“I’m not going to jail.”

Oh yes he is. Jaques Francoise might be able to manipulate his goons into doing his bidding swiftly and efficiently, but he has nothing on the FBI. I might look as though I’m alone, but I’m not.

The presence of Colt’s unit is announced by a little red dot right in the center of the criminal’s forehead. He can’t see it, but the others can. They panic, start flailing around to see where the light comes from. It’s deeply amusing to watch them all shit themselves, these staunch gangster types squealing like little girls.

“Get down!” Colt shouts the warning.

Fwomp!

A flashbang grenade makes it impossible to see or hear a thing as the immediate area is filled with smoke. Colt’s unit is small, but devastatingly effective.

In less than a minute, Jaques’ men are down and cuffed. The agents pop the lock on the van and Colt dashes in to pull Sonya out. She’s there. Thank god she’s there. And she’s still breathing. Doesn’t mean she’s in good shape. She is such a delicate little thing usually. Right now she’s bleeding from the nose, there’s a cut on her forehead, and I can see a bruise is starting to come up under her left eye. God knows what the condition the rest of her is in.

The look on Colt’s face makes me sick with guilt. He’s absolutely devastated. She clings to him so damn tight, like she’s afraid the bad guys will come back for her if she lets go.

I put a hand on his shoulder as he takes her to the ambulance. “I’m sorry, Colt.”

He looks right through me, then carries on walking. Words don’t mean anything now. I got his girl hurt. There’s no coming back from that. He might never forgive me, and rightfully so.

I have never felt so powerless in all my life. This is my fault. I should have put Jasmine’s ass in jail. I should have resisted her seduction, ignored my own desire. This is why the rules are in place. Because when you break them, people get hurt.

My phone rings. I answer.

“Yeah?”

“Quite the sting, Agent Rico,” Jaques laughs down the line. “It’s a pity you decided to disobey me. We could have had a nice, profitable partnership. I hope you enjoyed your night with Jasmine. It’s the last night she’ll ever have.”

I hear another scream, and the phone cuts out.

If this was a movie, I’d scream her name to the rafters. As it is, all I can do is stare at my phone mutely. He’s going to kill her - and I don’t know if I can stop him in time.