He parked his car on the street just in front of the First National Bank of Falls Church, barely noting the old red pickup truck in the space in front of him.  He entered the foyer and started to scan the area when a shotgun blast exploded just in front of him.  Instinct propelled him to the floor and to reach for his gun, but it was kicked away and he found himself staring up into the barrel of an ancient though well cared for pistol.  

“Don’t think about it, son.” A parody of every Burt Reynolds movie of his youth wheezed.  “This here is a stick up.”   

From his position on the floor Clayton Webb assessed the other people lying or sitting and was shocked to find her large brown eyes staring back into his with wry amusement.  Anger and a little fear quickly replaced the amusement when one of the younger men roughly pulled her to her feet.  “Daddy, lookey here.  I gots me a lady soldier.”

“Marine.” Webb and Sarah MacKenzie both snidely corrected him.  She was ignored and Webb got a kick in his side for his efforts.  Groaning, he eased away from the heavy work boot and sat up.  

“Watch it boy.” The old hillbilly growled.  “Leave her be, Billy Joe.”

“Ah, Daddy.” Billy Joe definitely whined.

“Jess get the money, boy!” Even Webb cringed at the crack in the old man’s voice.

Someone, of course, had tripped the silent alarm and sirens rent the air.  

“Gol darn it!” The old man glared at the terrified people around him.  There were several business people in suits, a mother with three whimpering children clutched to her, two wide-eyed college kids clinging to each other, Webb and MacKenzie.  “We need us a hostage.”

“Les’ take the lady soldier, pa.” Billy Joe pleaded.

“Ah…sir.” Webb slowly got to his feet.  A growl was his only answer.  “Ah…might I suggest…uhm…take me instead.  She’s just a Marine.  You know the military.  They’ll be all over you and oh hell, look, let me show you my ID.  I’m a much better hostage than she would be.”  Webb ignored her angry glare.

Evidently the old man agreed to some extent.  He took them both.  Grabbing the handcuffs from the bank guard, he cuffed them together and then firmly wedged his shotgun under Webb’s chin.  “I gots me the dee-rector of the C. I. A., boys.”  He yelled out to the SWAT team.  “Don’t think ya’ll want to kill him or the little lady now, do ya.”

Webb and Mac were shoved into the back of the pickup truck. The other son, who the old man called Tommy, took his father’s place and took great delight in jamming the gun even further into the soft tissue under Webb’s chin.  The cap covering the cluttered back of the pickup had windows long ago replaced with plywood and while they jostled and rolled with each screeching turn, Tommy had managed to wedge himself against the far wall and kept the gun trained on them.  

Some time later the truck stopped.  It had been overcast all day but now it was dark and the wind rocked the ancient truck.  Webb had no idea how long they had been traveling or which direction, they had turned so often.  He didn’t remember when he realized that they had eluded Virginia’s finest.  But he had been aware of steadier, less frantic turns for some time.  It was very dark in the back of the truck but he felt Mac briefly squeeze his hand letting him know, whatever he did, she was with him.   The plan was lame but hell; it had worked in Iran, why not with an extra from Deliverance.  His eyes had adjusted to the dim light and when he saw Tommy look away for just a moment, he kicked out, catching the boy under the nose, driving it up into his brain, killing him instantly, silently.  Mac was already on her feet, crouching low.

“Tommy?” The thin whine called just outside.

Grabbing her hand, Webb kicked out the door sending it and Billy Joe crashing back to the road.  If the old man hadn’t been pissing by the side of the road, his gun on the ground, they would never have gotten away.

***

He didn’t know how long they had been running.  He only knew he couldn’t last much longer.  But damn it!  As long as she could do it, he wouldn’t be the one to trip them up.  

He could have wept when she finally came to rest against a fallen tree just off the narrow path they had stumbled upon.  Ragged breathing filled the humid autumn night.

“Clay?  You still with me?”  He was grateful that she sounded winded at least.

“Yeah.” Was pretty much all he could get out.  He was doubled over and his hands were pressed into his knees.  She tugged at their joined wrists and he grudgingly leaned back.  “Sorry.” He muttered.

“For what?  You took the chance and got us out of there.  It’s not your fault we’re in the middle of nowhere…” She shrugged and looked around them.  “Nowhere.  Damn.  I don’t even know what state we’re in.”

He studied the forest around them.  “Could be anywhere.  How long were we in the truck?”  

“Three hours, twenty seven minutes and thirty seconds.”

“Exactly?”  He tried for the feeble joke and was rewarded with a weak smile.

“Sorry you played hero?” Sarah MacKenzie whispered softly.

He just glared at her.  “How long have we been running?”  He managed with very little effort at all.

“Thirty-six minutes.”  She glared back at him daring him to ask the seconds, but he just nodded and listened.  “What?”  She stilled and listened too.  “I don’t hear them.”

Thunder rumbled somewhere behind them.

“Damn.”  She sighed.  

“We better find cover.”

“In the dark?”

“I just hope this damn path leads somewhere.” Webb said before standing up, pulling her with him.  “You don’t have a bobbi pin?”

“No, and none of my ribbon pins are long enough.  I already thought of that.  I thought all spies had things in their shoes or something.” She snapped as her rubbed her wrist.

“Come on, colonel.”  He trudged off in the direction they had been heading.  He prayed that Gomer and Guber had given up and took the chance to get as far way as possible.  Hopefully, the approaching storm would help them in their decision.  Webb’s foot came in contact with a stone and he kicked it out of the way.  “Damn it.  Could one day be anymore fucked up?  “Had I realized I was going to be stuck in the woods, handcuffed to a Marine Colonel – a very feisty Marine Colonel – I would have worn my decoder ring and everything.  All I wanted to do was check on a goddamn terrorist organization’s bank account.  Dumbass, stupid, hillbilly…” Before she could respond, he tripped and she pulled him upright and he ended up over-compensating and they both ended up falling.

Falling off the path, down a hill.  Tumbling ass-over-end, over bushes, barely missing several trees, snapping several saplings until they hit a stone wall with sickening thuds and whooshes of air being forced from their lungs.  

“Oh, shit.” He groaned.  Shaking his head.  “Mac?  Sarah?”

“God damn it.”  Her muffled groan spurred him on.  “Ouch!  Damn it.  Don’t!  You’re going to break my arm.” He carefully eased off of her trying hard to work their tangled arms out from under him and around her so she could ease up.  He could barely see her, but he knew she was glaring at him.  His hand was pulled along her body as she tried to straighten her skirt.  “Hell, I lost my shoes.” She sighed.  “And the pantyhose are ruined.”

He started to tell her to take them off, but thunder rumbled closer and louder.  Clay let out a heartfelt curse.  “Fuck!  I swear to God when we get out of this, I am personally going to track down those incompetent, inept, rejects from Mayberry and…”

“Webb?” She huffed as she straightened up carefully

“What?” He snarled as he tried to help her.

“Shut up.”  She leaned over the wall.  “Holy Cow!”

He turned his eyes from the hill and gulped at the sight below them - far below them.  “Shit.  Good thing this wall was here.” He breathed as he watched the twinkling lights of the town a good thousand feet below them.  

“Yeah.  Well, someone put it here and for a reason.”

“You’re right.   I bet there’s a house somewhere nearby.”

An explosion of light lit the sky and as they looked up, the scattering of a dozen bolts of lightening nearly blinded them.  “There!” he called just before a clap of thunder directly overhead nearly deafened them.  

Through the sparse growth of brush and birch trees that had broken their fall they made out a higher wall running perpendicular to the one that had saved their lives.  

Mac started forward.  “We have to get over that fence.  I don’t trust that they won’t come back.  And I swear to God, Webb, if I come face to face with that bastard again, I’ll kill him.”

“I know, Mac.”  Webb said as he scanned the fence before them.  “Damn.  There may be a break up the hill but I doubt it. This looks really well made and too high to climb.  Come here.”  He tugged on the handcuffs and led her to the very edge of the hill where the low parapet that had prevented them from falling to their deaths met the high stone and heavy wood wall.  

“Oh, No.”  She shook her head vigorously.  “No! No! No!”  

“What do you suggest?  Go back?  Look.  We’re handcuffed right!  I’ll go first.  Then I’ll help you.”

“Damn it.  Can’t we go up the hill?  There’s probably a gate up there.”  

“Yeah and the bank robbers too, Mac.”  He didn’t argue any further.  Carefully, he stood on the parapet and looked down and around the nearly six-inch thick wall, which extended past the parapet about ten inches.  There was perhaps five inches of rock just before it dropped off into nothing.  

***

He didn’t bother to ask her how long it took.  In fact, all he wanted to do was lie on the ground and catch his breath afterward but the first drops of rain hit them just as she jumped into his arms after nearly falling backward down the cliff. 

There was no wild growth here, only sloping lawn.  They both looked up and in another strike of lightening saw the tall stone house rising above them.  “Come on.  We’ll wake them up.”  Mac tugged just as the downpour hit them.

He was past swearing.  They were both wet and muddy and wet and mad.  Mad at the rain and, now that they were reasonably sure the danger was past, mad at each other.  They had spent almost a half-hour, Webb didn’t ask for confirmation, slipping and falling, dragging each other back down the surprisingly steep slope.  They finally make it up to the dark and obviously deserted house.  They pounded at the doors and windows to no avail.  They found the gate leading to the front of the property but were both loath to open it in case their pursuers were somewhere out there. Webb had just picked up a rock to break one of the panes in the kitchen window when Mac nearly pulled him backward off balance.  “For Christ’s sake.” He snarled.

“Oh shut up!  Look!”  She lifted up the corner of the mat and then sighed.  “Damn.  Who doesn’t leave a key.”

“Maybe someone who doesn’t want everybody and their brother to find it.” He pulled her back and shoved the rock through the lowest pane of the multi-lighted door.  “What the…oh fuck.” He sighed as the entire window shattered and the decorative insert popped out onto the floor.

“Good one, Clay.”  She smugly smiled.

“How was I supposed to know.  Cheap ass construction.”  He muttered as he fumbled around the broken glass to find the deadbolt.  “Thank God it isn’t a keyed bolt.  Watch your step.”  

“Oh my.” Mac breathed when Webb switched on the light.  “Very nice.  Where’s the phone?”  

“Where’s the junk drawer?” Webb muttered and unceremoniously picked her up and lifted her over the broken glass.  

At her muttered ‘thanks,’ he proceeded to walk them around the oak and smoked glass cabinetry.  He pulled opened several drawers, finding cutlery, silverware, linens and even several loaves of bread, one of which she hungrily pulled out.  “Calm down, Mac.” He sighed but allowed her to backtrack to the drawer containing the knife block.  He even accepted a chunk of the fresh French bread.  “What the hell?  Where are the owners?  What time is it?  Maybe they’re out to dinner.”  

“It’s 2333.” She asserted between chews.  “It’s Friday, so maybe they went away for the weekend, trying to escape Eunice’s wrath.”  

“Lots of bread to waste.  I don’t like it.”  He muttered and pulled her to the next drawer.  “Ah.  Always one in every kitchen.”  

“Lot neater than most.”  She said peering over his shoulder.  “Anything?  Hurry up!  I want these off of me.”

“No more than me, sweetheart.  Ouch.”  He glared at her.  “Hey you said the same thing.  Don’t pinch.”

“Just get them off.”  

“Fine.  This ought to work.”  He pulled a small plastic cylinder from the drawer.  “Eyeglass repair kit, tiny screwdriver.  Hold on a bit.”  

They rubbed their reddened wrists and he put the cuffs in his ruined suit pocket.  “A shower.  And towels.  A big fluffy towel is what I want now.”  

“I want a phone, Webb!” She gritted out.  

He waved his hand around the kitchen.  “Knock your socks off.  I’m finding the bathroom.”  

He continued his circle of the room, noting the corridor leading to a formal dining room, passed several yards of more cabinets, these showing expensive place settings and stemware.  Passed the double-door refrigerator.  “Hey, you want an apple?” He turned and saw she had found the phone.  

“Admiral!”  

He quirked an eyebrow and a clap of thunder hit again.  The rain was pouring outside and he was grateful that an overhang had sheltered the back door.  But still, the wind was forcing water into their sanctuary.  He would have to figure out something to protect the rich hardwood floor.  Least he could do, he figured.

“Yes, we escaped.  Webb out us out.”  She looked over at him and smiled.  It quieted his anger somewhat, but he still wished it hadn’t had to come to escaping with her at all. 

He found a door, but instead of it being a bathroom it was the entrance to the three-car garage.  The powerful overhead light showed no cars, but several off-road vehicles and a motorcycle.  From the sound of it, the rain was now mixed with hail – fairly large if his hearing was any good.  He started to close the door but spotted a large piece of plywood.  Sighing, he wrestled it to the security door adjacent to the ruined back door of the house.

***

“Goddamn, son-of-a-bitch!”  He complained as he re-entered through the garage.  

“You okay?”  

“Look at me!”

“Big baby.”  She grinned.  “Your boss wants to talk to you.”

“Terrific.”  He sighed as he walked passed the back door.  The plywood was jammed in place, and while it wasn’t perfect by a long shot, the rain wasn’t coming anymore, though a definite draft still chilled the room.   “I need to get out of these clothes.”

“And I don’t?” She snapped with some asperity.  

“Fine.”  He grabbed the phone and listened.  “What do you mean you can’t trace the call?”  He listened and an angry blush warmed his face.  “We’re the goddamn CIA and we ARE still in the…Sorry, sir…Huh?”  He listened some more and slammed the receiver down on the counter.

“What.”

“We are probably somewhere in southeastern West Virginia. Maybe near a little town called Ralphs.”

“You are kidding me.”

“No.  That’s where a local sheriff’s deputy captured our very dear friends.”

“Both of them?”

“Yes.”

“Why can’t they trace the call?”

“Got me.  Evidently, the phone signal is encrypted and routed through several blind sites. The techs are working on it, so we have to leave it off the hook. The boss is checking on it, but he swears it isn’t a CIA safehouse.  He’s got a call into the FBI to see if it’s one of theirs.”

“Our tax dollars at work?”

“Got me.  With the way our luck is running today, it’s probably mob owned.”

“Don’t say that.” She sighed and turned away from him.  “And we can’t get out of here while the storm is this bad.”

“Nope and the old man said the way Eunice is tracking, it’s going to be worse than they thought.  We may be stuck here until some time tomorrow.  There’s just a motorcycle.  And even if they end up tracing the call, they still aren’t going to send in anyone to pick us up.  Particularly, since there’s no danger – as far as we know.  Let’s check out the rest of the house.”

“Come on.” She snapped as she pushed her dripping hair out of her eyes yet again.  She stalked through the swinging doors but when he followed her he had to catch himself when he ran into her.  “It’s huge.” She breathed into the high vaulted room.

“Jesus.” He fumbled along the wall and found a panel of switches.  The first one he hit illuminated the fireplace that took up one wall and soared past the second floor landing, a landing that showed one set of double doors, partially opened.  The next brought up the recessed lighting around the room, showing ultra-modern leather furniture, erotic pictures on the walls and a flat screen plasma television screen flanked by cherry wood cabinets containing all manner of electronic equipment.  The next one lit no lights but a mechanical whirling noise could be heard and the hiss from Mac’s lips and her pointed finger drew his attention to the center of the room.  “Christ.  Dr. No is going to come down the stairs next, right.”  He breathed as the floor levered back to show a hot tub.  “Hell I’m afraid to touch anything else.”  

“Well, don’t then.  Lets check out upstairs.  I’m freezing, here.  I hope to hell there are some sweat suits or something.”

There weren’t.  There was only the one very modern bedroom and though the huge space held door after door of closets and cabinets, there were definitely no sweat suits.  

“Clay?” She whispered.

“Huh?” 

“Webb!”  

“Sorry.” He tore his eyes from the lighted cabinet.

“What the hell is this place?” Accusation was clear in her voice.

“Hey!  Don’t ask me.”

“Oh yeah!  What is this?”  She held up a leather costume that had very little leather and what was there was cut out to show what it should have been hiding.

He gulped.  “I think they call it a dominatrix costume.”

“Was this a set up?” She snarled, tossing it to the ground.

He stared at her like she had lost her mind.  “What!”

She advanced on him, her finger jabbing at his muddy chest.  “Was this a set up to get me here.  You’ve always wanted me, haven’t you, Webb?”

It took him a second but he snarled back.  “Oh yeah.  That’s right, Colonel MacKenzie!  I set this whole thing up.  Enlisted the aid of the Virginia State Police and hired three really pathetic inbred losers to get you out here.  Don’t flatter yourself!” She started to turn away but he grabbed her arm.  “You really have a low opinion of me don’t you, Mac.” He let anger suffuse his face.  “I suggest you look at yourself, before you suggest I would be party to what you are suggesting.”  He yanked her to the wide door at the other end of the room and flipped on the switch.  “Oh shit.”  He gasped but pulled her inside.  

There was a large, really, really large tub.  “Oh man.” She breathed.  She walked rather unsteadily over to the shower stall.  Gulping, she reached out and turned on the water.  “I probably should wash off.”  

“Yeah.  Then we’ll see just why I would trick you into coming here.” He huffed.  He also made no move to leave.

“Get out.” She snapped.

“No.” He returned her angry stare.  “If you’re going to damn me, you might as well have just cause.” He yanked at the ruined tie at his neck.  

She just stood there trembling a little.  “Webb, uhm…look…I’m sorry.”  But he just flung his suit coat and vest into the corner.  

“Get undressed, Mac.”  He unbuttoned his shirt and it and his undershirt joined the growing pile.  Toeing off his shoes and socks, he studied her.  “You really have underestimated me all these years haven’t you, Colonel MacKenzie.  Treated me like Tiner or Galindez.  Someone to order around.  Or worse, like that puppy dog, Roberts.”

“Webb.” Her growl was low and dangerous.  

He yanked down the zipper to his ruined slacks and they too joined the pile.  He stood before her, clad only in tight briefs that did nothing to hide his erection.  Slowly he walked up to her.  “You like what you saw in there, Colonel?” He jerked his head toward the bedroom before tracing his finger down the dirt on her face.  “Have you dreamed about somebody taking control?  Doing things to you?”  Before she could respond his hands ran lightly over her breasts and came to meet at the front of her uniform shirt.  She glared at him, daring him.  He took the dare and ripped the shirt open.  “Oh.  Very nice, Colonel.  Not really sexy, but not too bad.”

“You bastard.” She breathed.  

“Sure I am.  But admit it Mac.  You want this.  Don’t you?”  Gently, he pushed her under the warm water.  “Let’s see if you’re worth the effort.”  

She slapped out at him but he just grabbed her arm and pushed her against the back wall.  The water had washed away most of the dirt from her face and he brought his lips to hers.  She struggled against him, but he held her tight, until she began to respond.  Letting go of her wrist he brought both hands to her face.  “Yes, or no, Mac.”  He glared into her eyes, saw the response he was looking for and released her.

“Just once, Webb.” Her breathing was ragged.  “One night, you get what you want and I…”

“And you my dear will do exactly what I tell you to do, or you will be punished.”  

“Now wait a minute.”  Fear clouded her eyes.

He grabbed her hair.  “Yes or no.”  He hissed.

She gulped, met the resolve in his eyes and nodded.  

“Good girl.  Now finished undressing.”

She was shaking as she pulled her clothes off but he leaned against the tile letting the water cascade over him, soaking his briefs, clearly showing her what was waiting for her.  When her ruined clothes were piled in the corner he twirled his finger.  “Turn around, Mac.  Slowly.  I want to see what I’m getting here.”   She did as she was told and he nodded his approval.  “Very nice.  But you’re filthy.  Clean up, but let me watch, and don’t miss anything.”

She took the liquid soap and squeezed some in her hand.  Her look clearly said, ‘We’ll see who wants this buster.’  She took special care in soaping every crevice.  “Do my back?” She purred when she was finished.  

“I didn’t say you could talk, Mac.”  He growled.  “Come here, bring the soap.”

Expecting him to do as she had suggested she reached out the soap to him, but stopped at his sneer.  “You really are building up demerits here, colonel.  Wash me off.”  Her inhaled gasp broadened the sneer on his lips.  “Do it.”

Carefully, she worked the lather across his biceps and pecs.  She ran her hands over his abs.  When she came to the briefs she looked into his eyes, expecting to see desire and passion there.  She saw that, but also determination to get what he wanted.  

“Kneel down and take them off.”  

Finally understanding that he wasn’t going to give in, she nodded and whispered.  “Yes, sir.”  Kneeling down she first washed his legs and thighs and finally, looking up first for approval, lowered his briefs.  Gently she cleaned his shaft and balls and was rewarded with a hiss of approval.  She waited. 

He turned and let her finish the job.  When the water was done rinsing him off, he turned and said.  “Stand up and turn around.”  He rubbed the soap down her spine and up her sides.  Then he massaged her ass eliciting a groan.  However, when he ran a finger down her crack she jerked away from him.  “None of that, colonel.”  He growled and carefully probed a digit deep past the tight muscle of her anus.  “What did you think some of those toys were for, my dear?” He bit her neck sending a wave of desire straight to her womb.

Rinsing her off, he pushed her out of the shower.  

“Hey!  It’s co…” She started but clamped her lips shut.

“Don’t worry, Sarah, you’ll be warm enough, soon.”  He flicked his finger across her pebbled nipple.  “Besides, the cold has a nice effect.”  He found two large towels and placing one on the sink, proceeded to thoroughly dry her.  “Now go out and pull down the covers on the bed, lay down and don’t move.”

He looked at himself in the mirror and rubbed his hand over his bruised face.  “What the hell are we doing?” He muttered then grinned at his reflection.  “I have no idea but damn am I going to enjoy it.”  He opened the medicine cabinet and some of the drawers and really wasn’t too surprised to see wrapped disposable razors and toothbrushes.  He suspected he knew what this place was, he just had no idea who the owner was.  Tomorrow he would hunt down the security cameras and take the tapes that were no doubt recording every movement inside the house.  

Taking a deep breath, he re-entered the bedroom.  She had done exactly what he had told her.  “Good girl.” He walked over to the bed.  “Well, well.  Were these already here or do you have a particular request, Colonel MacKenzie?” He fingered the soft wrist restraints that were dangling from the headboard.  

Her eyes were as wide as saucers, but all she answered was a halting, “Th-they were already there…sir.”

“Indeed.” He reached for her left wrist and attached it to the cuff nearest him.  Looking into her eyes, he paused and lowered his lips to her.  Gently, he kissed the bruise under her cheek.  “I’m going to hurt them for hurting you, Sarah.”  He kissed her lips before moving to the other side of the bed.  I don’t think I’ll tie your feet down.  He met her eyes.  “Unless you want me to, of course.”  She shook her head and tugged at the cuffs.  He chuckled.  “Now lets see what toys we have.”

He returned to the lighted cabinet and found several items.  He was impressed with the fact that everything he picked up was sealed in thick plastic.  “Oh man, this is definitely a professional operation.” He whispered to himself.  He heard her squirming on the bed but didn’t turn around.  “Relax Sarah.  I’m going to have fun and if you are very good, you will too.”

“C-clay?” 

He picked up a leather strap and slapped it against his palm.  “Sarah.  What did I tell you.”  Pulling several objects from their protective containers he carried them back to the bed.  He placed them on the nightstand next to her and she stared at them, her eyes growing bigger with each trip he made to the various closets and drawers.  He remembered the small wet bar he had discovered while they had still thought they might find comfortable sweat pants in this sexual playground.  He returned to it now and found what he was looking for.  Pouring several fingers of excellent scotch over heavy ice, he then poured another glass for her.  Bringing it to the bed he supported her head and let her drink.  As she let the tonic water soothe her throat he apologized.  “Sorry, no lime.”  She just nodded and met his gaze.  “You are so beautiful, Sarah.  I don’t know if I’ve ever really told you that.”  

He laid down next her, supporting his weight on his elbow, resting his head on his hand and gazed into her eyes, occasionally sipping his drink.  Leaning forward he let her taste the scotch on his tongue.  Setting the glass on her stomach he admonished her.  “Don’t let it spill.”  He saw the shock pass over her face and then Marine determination.  He watched her stomach muscles clinch to hold the icy glass steady.  “Very good girl. He picked out an ice cube from the glass and traced the line of her jaw with it.  “Remember don’t move.”  He brought the cube to her nipple and ran it over the already hardened point.  She hissed but held very still.  He bent down and sucked her breast into his warm mouth while trailing the cube over her other tit.  Leaning back he studied her.  “Well?”  

She gulped but just nodded.  He left the cube to melt on her chest.  Picking up the glass, he drank from it again and waited until the ice completely melted and dripped down her sternum to her belly.  Leaning forward he slowly lapped it up.  She moaned softly as he dried her off, leaving a trail of heat after the intense cold.  Taking another ice cube, he put the glass on the nightstand.  This time he rubbed the cube over her belly before teasing her mound with it.  She tried not to move but as the cube touched her sensitive bud she cried out and arched off the bed.  “Naughty, Sarah.  I told you not to move.”

“W-what are you going to do?” She whimpered.  

“Stop.” He grinned.

“Nooooo.” She wailed.  “Oooooooh!” She shrieked as he parted her labia and pushed the ice up into her passage.”  She met his amused sneer and taking a shuddering breath, stilled though he could tell it was taking every ounce of strength she had to hold the burning ice inside her.  

“That’s my Marine.” He purred and leaned forwarded and kissed her again.  He hummed to himself as he watched her.  “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this, Sarah?”  

She just shook her head.  “Years and years, almost as long as I’ve wanted to do this.”  He crawled down the bed and knelt between her legs.  Leaning forward he planted feather soft kisses on her belly before burying his nose in her mound.  “You smell so good, Sarah.  Taste so good.” He whispered before dragging his tongue over the same path the ice had taken.  He circled her clit and then worked his tongue deep into her cold center, quickly bringing her back to boiling until she was thrashing and pulling at the restraints.  Just before she reached climax he pulled back.

“Nooooooo!  Damn you, Clay.”  She cried.

He just laughed.  “Did I say a thing about you getting what you wanted, colonel?”

“You bastard!”  

“Yes, colonel, I am and you seem to be loving it.”

He reached for a long slender tapered object and ran it down her cheek.  “Know what this is, Sarah?”

“No!” She bit off but didn’t take her eyes off of it.  

“You will, Sarah.”  He laughed like an evil scientist and ran it down her sex.  She gasped when he teased her channel with it but pulled it out to show her how shiny with her juices it was.  “Let’s see if it’s lubricated enough.  Raise your legs, Sarah.  Bring your knees to your chest.  Come on, Marine.  You can do it.”  Her eyes were round with fear but she did as he commanded.  She gasped as he nudged the slender plug into her anus.  She clamped her jaw shut at the alien presence but she breathed and tried to relax as much as she could.  “Oh very good girl.”  He was very pleased with her and instead of lowering her legs back he placed them over his shoulders and began another assault.  This time though he kissed and nipped his way from her clit to her anus.  Probing her core, letting her honey drip down and lubricate the plug more until, when her first orgasm shook her, he pushed it home.  

He covered her with his body and kissed her until her tremors subsided.  “You okay?” He whispered.

“Oh yeah.” She panted.  

“We’re not done you know.”  He bit her nipple.

“Good.” She managed.

Sitting next to her he found her tonic water and held it to her lips.  When she signaled she was fine he sipped some himself. 

He reached for another long, thicker object and she shuddered as he flicked the switch at the bottom.  Dragging the vibrator across her lips she licked it.  “Mmmmm.” She moaned.   He elicited a more fevered response as he moved it lower, across her aching nipples.  

Tracing her breasts with the seven-inch long chrome object he watched in fascination as she closed her eyes to the sensations he was causing in her.  “Who would have thought?  You are so damn sexy, Sarah.  Did you know that?” He mused.

She didn’t bother to answer him, so lost in the wonderful shock waves the device was sending to her core.  He brought it to the patch of hair between her legs but instead of continuing he held it against the very tip of her pubic bone.  

“Claaaaaaay.” She screamed as another orgasm began, but he had no intention of letting this one crest.  He handled her like he handled his sports car on a winding hill.  Short gentle turns of the vibrator, just barely touching her clit had her soaring and crying his name.  He parted her labia with it but didn’t plunge it into her.  Instead he trailed it down to the plug buried deep in her ass and held it there, all the while never taking is eyes off her face.  He saw a drop of moisture fall on her lips and realized that he was sweating with the effort it was taking to maintain his own composure.  

“Oh God, Sarah.  So beautiful.  So sexy.  And you’re mine, you understand me, Sarah?” She was thrashing and arching and crying as he tortured her.  He finally brought the cylinder back to her core but she stopped him with a harsh, 

“NO!”

“No?” He growled.  “No?”

“Don’t.” She whispered.  “Don’t want that.”

“Tough.” He nudged her opening again.  

“Want you.” Her voice caressed him and he knew he had never been in control.  “Want your cock in me.”  She was shuddering in the after-tremors; tears were streaming down her face.  “Want to taste you first though.  Please…sir.”  

“Oh God, Sarah.” He flung the vibrator away and jerkily got to his knees.  Straddling her chest, he rubbed his cock between her breasts. He rubbed himself with them, each stroke teasing her chin.  She strained forward and he finally released her tits and cradled the back of her head, holding her while her tongue flicked out and lapped at the precum oozing from the slit.  She sucked as much of him as she could.  He gently pumped into her willing mouth, moaning her name, over and over.  “Oh baby, can’t wait.  Need you now.” 

She moaned when he pulled away from her lips, panted as he kissed her deeply, cried out as he entered her in one deep thrust.  He stilled, reveling in her heat.  Bracing his hands on either side of her head he began to pump.  She somehow found the strength to encircle him, trap him with her legs, locking her heels at the small of his back.  “Fuck me hard, harder, harder, damn you!” She cried as his panting and thrusting became more erratic.  Finally, just as her own, final climax began to shake her, clinching her walls around his cock, he arched back and cried out her name one last time.   

He kissed her eyes, her nose and finally her lips.  But he didn’t fall on her.  He made himself push off her.  It took him several tries but he finally released her from her restraints.  Rubbing her shoulders he finally collapsed next to her pulling her to him.  “Jesus, Sarah.  I really like the way you react to life threatening situations.”

She laughed into his neck.  “Well it was either that, or beat the shit out of you.  ‘She’s just a Marine?’”

He pulled back and stared into her eyes.  “Do you know how scared I was?”

“No more than me, Mr. Webb.  I nearly fainted when you walked into that bank.  What the hell were you doing there?”

“Me?  Just paperwork?  What were you doing there?”

“I needed some money and my ATM card wouldn’t work.”

He held her tightly.  “Just this once?”

She laughed.  “Well it was very exciting but, hey get that thing out of me.”  

He laughed but gently removed the plug.  “You liked it?”

“Oh yeah.”  She nuzzled his neck.  “Sleepy now.  But we should shower.”

“Yeah.”  He helped her sit up.  “Hold on a minute.”  He picked up the phone on the nightstand.  “Anybody there?”  He listened some more and sighed.  “I’ll be damned.  Well that would explain a lot.  Any idea what they use this place for?” Mac stood but he held her hand.  She smiled at his snort of disbelieve.  “Yeah right.  How’s the storm tracking?  Oh well.  No, Mac and I will find some way to occupy ourselves until it blows over.  Good Night.”

Sarah pulled him into the bathroom.  “Tell me.”

“That was AJ.  He said they finally traced the number and we are ten miles from Ralphs, just like we thought.  The house is owned by a German technology company that is trying very hard to get some concessions from congress.  We’ll probably find some very interesting tapes.”

“Oh my God. OF US!” She squealed.  “You have to find them, Clay.”

He laughed as he pulled her back into the shower and into a tight embrace.  “Now why would we care, Mrs. Webb.”  After a long sensual kiss he rested his forehead against hers. “Damn, babe, what you do to me.”

“What I do to you?  Oh just you wait, Clay.  We’ll see what I can do to you.  After all you told the admiral we would find some way to occupy ourselves.”