Interlude (37 page)

“Is this how you want me?” She asked
coquettishly as she batted her eyelashes at him.

“Almost,” He said, tilting his head to
analyze her situation. He took the length of rope hanging from the
knot and pulled it up the headboard of the large bed. As he looped
it though the vertical slats of the hardwood, he become more
dominant and controlling.

“I want you on your knees. Come up here and
face the wall.” He commanded.

She inched up the bed, and then turned over.
She trusted Cal completely, but this pose left her feeling
vulnerable and exposed as her ass pointed in the air and her elbows
rested on the bed. She could feel the air on her naked body, as Cal
pulled the rope around the headboard into a nice, clean knot. She
struggled against the binds, feeling more and more aroused as Cal
watched the futility of her struggle.

“You look so hot right now babe.” Cal said in
a reverent voice. His extended silence was starting to alarm Karen,
as she could only see the headboard in front of her.

“What are you doing?” She asked, trying to
mask the tension in her voice. Her waiting body was already a
quivering mass of need, and now he was teasing her as she sat there
bound and ready for him. She could feel her own wetness nearly
running down her leg, as her arousal took over.

“I just want you to marinate in your
predicament for a bit.” He said, his voice holding nothing but calm
dominance.

She closed her eyes and put her face in the
soft comforter. Time seemed to move differently as she waited for
him to do something, anything. When he finally hopped up on the
bed, her body was so on edge that just his breath on her lower back
was making her pelvis clench in joyful spasms. She let out a
surprised little shriek when he touched her waiting womanhood. She
gasped as he cupped his hand over her mound and dipped his finger
inside of her glistening folds.

“It looks like this agrees with you Miss
Lawrence.” He commented. His finger began a slow circling motion
that teased her just enough to get her to the edge. His occasional
light touch on her clit was making her insane with need.

“Ugh! Just stick your dick inside me!” She
growled at him. She could almost feel his big grin as he stepped
back and left her trembling on the bed. “Wait, where are you
going?” She asked. She was getting hot and bothered in ways she
couldn't ever remember before. She fought her binds involuntarily
as she tried to look back at what he was doing. Then, out of
nowhere, he hopped back up on the bed and placed his pelvis against
her shaking bottom. She almost yelped in surprise as she felt his
rock hard manhood brushing against her body.

“I like being in control. A guy could get
used to this.” He said quietly. He slowly dragged the head of his
rock hard rod against her. She gasped as his manhood pushed against
her clit, the light pressure teasing her ever so much more.

“Just put it in. Please!” She begged weakly.
Her muscles were starting to cramp, and her rising libido was
making her push her ass against him. She was losing her mind, and
she felt both amazingly aroused and scared as she bit down on the
comforter.

Cal stood over her, amazed at his ability to
control himself as he teased this beautiful woman. Normally, he was
the one being led around and handled. Now he had turned the tables,
and was ready to let her beg for his waiting invasion. In a last
second reconsideration, he angled his hips and drove his hard on
deep inside of her. The crouched position she had been bound in
made his penetration that much deeper.

“Ahgh!” Karen cried out. She wasn't ready for
this deep invasion. Her pelvis clenched as Cal's impressive manhood
pressed into her. She shuddered with uncontrolled ecstasy as his
hands slid over her ass, and over to finally cup her breasts. His
thrusts started slow, as he took his time rapturously enjoying her
from the inside out. Karen could only manage an occasional whimper
or sigh as he tortured her so. With a slow groan, he finally sped
up his pace. The light percussion of his thighs against hers let
Karen know that he was getting closer. His rhythm was tireless and
forceful as he slammed against her again and again in the quiet
cabin.

Karen was faced with a true predicament. She
felt herself climbing as Cal continued his attack on her, but she
couldn’t balance herself. Her bound hands left her crouched on the
comforter, and Cal had grabbed her hips. Grabbing the headboard was
out of the question, so she just buried her face in the comforter
and tried to ride out her giant release.

“Oh God! Oh, oh, oh...,” came her muffled
voice, as Cal continued his thrusts and gyrations. She felt like
she was on some kind of rickety, broken roller coaster. She knew
that this fun ride was too dangerous, but there was nothing she
could do about it now. As she topped out on her climax, she could
see herself in some kind of out of body experience. Her crashing
finale washed over her like a wave of warm water. Her whole body
tingled as her legs impulsively tried to pull her closer to the
bed. Cal kept his iron grip on her the crease of her thighs,
holding her up through her amazing experience as he continued
thrashing against her like some kind of machine. Finally, she felt
Cal's massive eruption as she collapsed on the bed. Cal lay against
her as well. His warm, sweaty body gave her comfort as she regained
her composure. They rested in the quiet room. The only sounds were
of the waves sloshing about on the hull of the magnificent, opulent
boat.

She rolled over to him, her body trying to
make her sleep after that amazing, tiring experience. “Cal?” She
said quietly.

“Yeah babe?” he said, shifting his body
against hers.

“Um, can you untie me now?” She asked
timidly.

He grinned and said, “I'm so sorry! I totally
forgot.” He moved up on the bed to unleash her from the headboard.
After he had finished un-wrapping the smooth rope from her wrists,
he massaged them with his warm hands. Karen moaned at his touch on
her skin.

When he was finished, she turned to him and
said, “You know I get a turn doing this to you right?” He green
eyes burned with a mix of revenge and lust as she watched him coil
the long rope back up.

“Wow that would be so hot!” He said in an
awestruck voice.

Karen offered up a caveat, “But not now. I
think you might have fixed and broken me at the same time.” She
joked, as she tried to wiggle under the fluffy comforter. Cal
climbed under the covers with her. As they moved around to get
comfortable, Karen grabbed him and entangled her body in his like
some kind of writhing vine. She buried her face in his neck and
inhaled deeply, smelling his sexy post coital scent. “It's not fair
that you do this to me.” She said quietly though her half asleep
daze.

“What's that babe?” He asked as sleep slowly
overtook them both.

“You make me scared that I can’t live without
you. I don't want you to leave me. This is the first time in my
life I've been really happy with a man. Please don't ever change.”
She said to him through a sleepy yawn.

Cal rolled over to face he in the darkened
cabin. “I can’t promise I won't change, because I've changed a
helluva lot over the last month or so. But, it's all been for the
better.” He quietly reflected. “This was all your doing, so if you
ever need me to be or do something different, then let me know
quickly. I can change into whatever you need me to be, as long as I
get to be it with you.” He said. Cal knew that his revelation fell
on deaf ears as he listened to her light, rhythmic breathing. He
kissed her on the forehead and said, “Love you baby.”

Karen banged pots and pans around in the
quiet galley as she and Cal made bacon and eggs. Soren and Ethan
both sat at the bar, their heads in their hands as they tried to
suffer through their raging hangovers.

“So, how was the booze cruise?” She asked
them. Cal smiled to himself at her tone of voice. She truly was the
Snow White to these two dwarfs.

“Ugh, it was great!” Soren said through his
cupped hands. He was trying his best to keep his head from moving
with the lolling of the boat.

“And how 'bout you Ethan? Did you meet any
pretty girls?” She teased in a motherly voice.

Ethan slowly placed his head on the counter.
As his freckled arms folded underneath his head he moaned, “No, but
I did do a lot of dancing to that noise they called music.”

“I'm guessing you guys did a little drinking
too?” Cal probed.

“Well, I wouldn't call it a little.” Soren
said quietly.

Cal finished throwing some ingredients into
the blender. With the click of a button, it screamed to life in the
quiet kitchen. The cacophony caused nothing but protests from the
two party goers, as they glared at him through their massive
headaches. Cal merely smiled and poured out the pitcher into two
tall glasses. He slid them down the counter to Ethan and Soren.
“Here you go! This will cure all your ails.”

Soren sipped his slowly. Ethan watched him
tentatively before tasting his. Cal laughed as they both shook
their heads like dogs and opened their eyes wide.

“Damn son! What's in these things?” Ethan
exclaimed.

“Well, a lot of vodka for one. There are also
some mangoes, carrots, lettuce, and some B vitamins I found in the
medicine cabinet.” He said with a big grin. “This little mix got a
lot of my friends through college.”

“If we drink these, we'll just be drunk
again.” Soren said.

“I didn't say it was without side effects.”
Cal said, handing the two men their breakfast plates as Karen slid
them down the counter.

“So, last day on the boat,” Cal said to
everyone. “Do you guys have a room to stay in 'till after the
convention?”

“I'm sure we can find something. Besides, we
still have to bring back the boat we took out here.” Soren said,
adding, “Do you guys have a car?”

Karen pursed her lips and said, “You can use
my rental. Cal has his own, so mine is just sitting at the
hotel.”

“What kind of car did you get Cal?” Ethan
asked.

“Um, an Aston Martin,” He said shyly.

“Aw, we should have asked to borrow yours.”
Soren teased.

“You're both lucky just to be here. Since I
have my entire staff, and our I.T guy here, I want to make some big
buys to keep us liquid this year. We offloaded those old Javelin
missiles on Aamina, so we have more room in the Czech warehouse.”
She said in her business tone. Cal was thrown by how fast she could
jump right into this kind of thing. He felt his true vacation
coming to a close as talk turned towards weapons and other
work-related stuff.

“You have a warehouse in the Czech Republic?”
Cal asked, interrupting their morning meeting.

“Yes.” Karen said simply.

“Do you guys have other buildings around the
world?” He asked. He figured the money that they made had to go
somewhere.

Karen took a big breath and said, “We have
warehouses in most parts of Europe, Asia, and Russia. That doesn’t
include the stashes on abandoned army and air force bases in the
South Pacific. Not to mention the eight places we have stateside.
We also have two planes, two boats, box trucks, and two all-terrain
lifted trucks for off road deals and excursions.” She exhaled
comically with a little smile on her face.

“And a partridge in a pear tree!” Ethan said
in a sing song voice.

Karen continued, “We have guys monitoring the
inventory that we keep there. These are the 'contacts' that you
always hear about. Ethan and Soren are basically the CFO and COO of
our enterprise, but in total we have about twenty or so different
guys doing work for us regularly. As you'll recall, you met Enrique
already. You have to keep them pretty well paid, or else they
inform on you or steal your hardware. They know we can't go to the
authorities, so they steal it and await our retribution.”

“Retribution?” Cal asked with an apprehensive
look.

“Not like that lad.” Ethan said with a sigh.
“We burn them, make sure they don't do business again. We can black
ball dirty weapons traders pretty quick in this business.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” Cal said, as he poured
him and Karen some coffee. “So, as a whole, you arms dealers are
pretty tight?”

Ethan finished his morning cocktail and shook
his head one last time. “You have to be. We're lucky to have an in
at the CIA. That allows us to be a little more, how would you say,
in the open? Other dealers tend to be rather nomadic. They have to
move around a lot, and if they end up pissing off the CIA for any
reason they get a nice, big bull’s eye on their back.”

“Really?” Cal said, as the color drained from
his face. “How do they get, um, offed?”

Soren stood up and stretched. “Usually a
drone strike if it's off American soil. They've been trying to get
the clearance to do it in the U.S, but thankfully the
powers-that-be have more common sense than that. Right now, they
just send out an operative to cap you while you sleep. Then, they
just make it look like a suicide.”

His nonchalant tone was making Cal even more
uneasy. Finally he blurted out, “So, why do it?” Is it worth it to
risk getting killed to make a fast buck?” The whole group regarded
him with an uneasy silence. Crap...,

As the trio stared at him, Karen finally
broke the awkwardness. “I do it because my father built this
company from the ground up. I was a little apprehensive about it
when I graduated with my MBA, but daddy was so proud when I told
him I wanted to help him carry on the business. It was only a few
weeks later when we found out he had advanced pancreatic cancer.
After that, it's been buying excursions and trips to other
countries to keep everything going. I haven't looked back. Plus, I
don't think I could work a normal job after this anyway. Hell, who
would want to?” She said, with an enthusiastic glimmer in her
eye.