Free Top Secret Spy Fantasies by Holly Sinclair Page B

treacherous.

 
    “I
don’t—“ she starts, and in two steps he is on top of her, a hand in her hair,
pulling her head back as she starts to scream without even thinking about it.
His other hand leaps up and covers her mouth and she freezes like a panicked
animal.

 
    “You
know what this is, you know why you’re here. You know
what I want from you. You tell me what I want to know, we all go home. In the
meantime, you do what the fuck I tell you to do, or it’ll be very bad for you.”
     
    His
hand slips away from her mouth, leaving her room to speak.
     
    “Yes,
but—“
     
    With
his free hand, he finds a spot on her torso and manipulates it just so with his
thumb. Her breath explodes out of her lungs as if she had been kicked and she
sags into his arms. She gasps as he half carries, half
drags her over to the door, stands her up and pushes her against it. Before she
knows what is happening, her arms are locked above her. She’s not
uncomfortable, just now exposed to an ever greater degree and conscious, very
conscious, of how this pose makes her breasts jut out. With another quick
series of movements, the man pulls something, a small bar of metal, out from
under the TV stand, and uses it to lock her legs open in a spread position.
     
    She
opens her mouth to speak again, and this time instead of hushing her, he slams
his fist in to the door right next to her face. She flinches away.
     
    “You
speak again and I’ll gag you. Clear?” he says.
     
    She
realizes that he hadn’t said anything in a threatening manner yet, his voice
had been very calm, but his actions were terrifying. She gives a shivering nod
and he walks away. He retrieves a drink from the minibar ,
goes into the bathroom and has a piss with the door open, then sits on the bed
and watches TV. He never even glances over at her, and she isn’t sure if she
should be offended that she is so easy to ignore or glad that he isn’t looking
at her.
     
    Finally,
he rises up, gives a stretch and a groan, and approaches.
     
    “Would
you like some water?” he asks.

 
    She
realizes then that yes, she is parched, and while she remains carefully silent,
she gratefully accepts some refreshment, which he lets her drink from a plastic
bottle in small sips.
     
    “Now,
I’m going to ask you some questions. If I need you to speak, I’ll tell you that
you are allowed to speak? Clear?”
     
    She
hesitates for a moment and then nods.
     
    “Good.
Do you know why you’re here?”
     
    She
is about to nod, of course she knew why, she paid to be here, but in terms of
the game ?  She shakes her head.
     
    “We
have your little sister. We don’t want to hurt her, but we will if we have to.
All we want from you is a password for the mainframe. You know what it is, we
know you have it, and we can do all the rest without you. So, would you like to
make it easy on yourself and just tell me what it is?”
     
    “I
can’t do that,” she says, the words coming out of her mouth before she even
knows what she is saying. Now that she understands what the stakes are, what
the rules of the game are, she cannot resist pushing her luck a little bit.
     
    The
man shakes his head in disappointment. Then his hand flashes out and grasps her
by the chin. She tries to pull away, in surprise and fear, but he holds her
tight and brings his face in close. She can smell the drinks on his hot breath,
and also some kind of spicy cologne scent from his body. His reply makes her
feel as if she was in a movie, and it is just like she’d hoped it would
be.          
     
    “You
can,” he says, “You can and you will.”
     
     

The Interrogation
     
    Dante
interrogates Rosalyn for the password while he keeps her bound in his hotel
room.
     
    He
paces back and forth before the woman who is bound to the door. Dante has high
hopes she won’t cave immediately, there were always women who did, who gave the
safe word or the password before things even really got going,