Lazar's Intrigue (The Jack Lazar Series) (13 page)

“I
don’t do business like this, Phil.”

“You’ll
do business however we tell you to do it. Now give me the fucking manifest.”

Jack
could hear Hank’s deep sigh of disgust followed the rattling of papers. “Here
it is.”

“I
expect you to have a replacement pilot up here by Thursday afternoon. I’ll
continue with the flight plan to Kentucky and then back up here to Chicago, but
I’m not flying it down to South America.”

“I’ll
do my best,” Hank replied.

Phil
raised his voice again. “You’ll do more than your best. You’ll have someone up
here by then, and it better be someone competent or I will hold you personally
responsible. Do you understand?”

“For
chrissake, Phil, we’re on the same team. You don’t need to threaten me like
that. This operation has run as smooth as silk since the day I set it up.”

“And
what would have happened if I hadn’t been here to solve this little problem
tonight? I don’t get up here very often, but when I do, I don’t see things
running so smoothly.”

“Frankly,
Phil, I would have been able to get Rico back on track. Eventually. It may have
been a little frustrating and time consuming, but I could have done it. You
might also keep in mind that we need pilots who we can intimidate. They must be
scared enough not to go to the Feds. Rico would have worked out.”

Phil
chuckled. “Well, I guess we’ll never know.”

“I
guess not.” Hank sounded awfully sarcastic.

“Watch
your goddamn attitude, Meester Hank,” Phil barked, imitating Rico’s accent. “And
find me a pilot by Thursday. I don’t care what it takes.”

“Fine.”

“And,
God forbid, make sure Rico’s body doesn’t turn up anywhere.”

Jack
could hear Phil walking out of the office, down the steps, and back to his car.
He revved the engine as he started it up and squealed away as if demonstrating
the potency of his position.

As
Hank and his workers began scurrying around the office to deal with Rico’s
body, Jack seized the opportunity to scale his way back around the building and
retrace the route over which he came. He gathered his gear from inside the
office building and loaded the car for his journey back to The Peninsula.

God
knows he had enough for one day. In fact, much more than he bargained for.

THIRTEEN

The
lobby of The Peninsula seemed so safe and civilized compared to what Jack had
just experienced in the industrial district. It was a completely different side
of life. Groups of people gathered together to talk and laugh, a bellman
courteously helped some guests with their luggage, and the concierge smiled as
she gave directions in French to a handsome European couple. It was an
atmosphere that rang familiar to him, and it instantly made him feel more at
ease.

Jack
shared the elevator with several people, none of whom lasted with him to the
hotel’s top level. He waited patiently as they accessed their floors one by one
until finally it was his turn. He walked sluggishly down the hall and slipped the
card key into its slot as he reached the door, the green light illuminating
before he turned the lever. He entered the dark room and reached under the
shade to switch on the nightstand lamp as he tossed his coat on the bed.

But
a blow to the center of his back sent him sailing, and he landed on the bed,
facedown. He heard the unsettling click of a gun hammer and the pressing of
cold steel into the back of his neck. He was frozen solid.

“Clasp
your hands on top of your head!” It was a deep woman’s voice. “Now!”

He
obeyed quickly.

“What
are you doing here?”

“I…I’m
here on business.”

“What
kind of business?”

Though
the woman sounded angry, and a gun threatened his life, Jack somehow felt he
wasn’t in danger. “That’s classified,” he answered.

She
laughed. “Classified?”

Now
he recognized her. She had done a great job of disguising her voice until now,
but the laugh gave it away.

“Yeah,
classified. I’d tell you, but then I’d have to fuck you to death!”

“You
promise?”

Jack
removed his hands from atop his head and flipped over to find Sarina standing
in front of him, completely naked except for the .45 automatic she pointed in
his direction.

What
possesses this woman to do such things?

She
remained there for a while and allowed Jack to feast his eyes upon her, to
behold the long black shafts of hair teased over her forehead and face, her
round breasts and erect nipples. On top of all that, her legs were parted in
just the right way so he could see what he would be working for, and it was
already moist with anticipation. How the very appearance of this woman excited
him so!

Jack
rose from the bed and gently removed the gun from her grasp before placing it on
the nightstand. He pulled her toward him by the small of her back and kissed
her as if satisfying a desperate need for sustenance, sucking her lips into his
mouth and latching on to the bottom half with his teeth. He left her mouth to
bite her ears and ravage her neck with moist lips and hot breath while the
aroma of her soft perfume filled his nostrils. It smelled like he had buried
himself into a delicious bouquet of flowers, although the aroma was still sultry
with a hint of spice, compelling him to take her even more.

It
was exciting to him that Sarina had left herself so defenseless, as if he were
free to violate her in any way he pleased. She had entrusted the care of her
resplendent body in his hands, and the mere knowledge of it fueled his arousal.
She had at least symbolically given him all the power, which seemed incongruous
for such a strong woman, but perhaps it was strength itself that gave her the
courage to make herself so vulnerable. She probably also knew that giving Jack
control, or at least making him
think
he was in control, was a good way
to get him started.

Jack
lifted Sarina into his arms and sat her on the dresser before grabbing her hips
and guiding her closer. He seized her breasts and sucked on her as she writhed around
and gave him an erotic purr. Easing his way down her stomach, he slowly knelt
to the floor and pulled her legs apart before plunging his tongue inside her,
the sweet essence now abundant in his mouth. He withdrew just as abruptly to
lick her hard and strong while she locked her fists into his thick head of
hair. He continued to lap at her until he could sense a pending climax, her
body stiffening in anticipation, and it compelled him to go at it even harder.

“Oh
my God,” Sarina wailed desperately. “No, Jack…I can’t…”

Jack
relished in her uncontrolled squeals of elation as she impulsively tried to
squirm away. She fell sideways on the dresser, knocking articles all over the
floor, but Jack pursued her relentlessly until she yielded the very last of it
for him.

Sarina
maintained her gnarled position on top of the dresser for a moment and looked
at him with appreciation while she shook her head and struggled to catch her
breath.

“Wow.
That’s a powerful tongue you got there, cowboy.”

“Just
think of me as your walking, talking vibrator. No batteries required.”

She
smiled and took a few more breaths. “Seems like the environmentally conscious
thing to do.”

“The
only downside is you can’t fit me in your purse like your pocket rocket.”

“Well,
we all have to make sacrifices,” she whispered.

Jack
watched the strength reappear in her eyes as she lunged upward to pull his
shirt over his head. She pushed him down to the floor, hauled off his loafers,
and grabbed fiercely at his belt before seizing his pants and boxer-briefs, pulling
them from his legs in one piece. Kneeling down again, she straddled his waist
and leaned over to kiss him, her hair dangling around his head as she raised
her hips, clutched him from behind and gently slid him inside. She placed her
hands on his chest as she slowly rode him, apparently consumed by her own
movements and feeling every inch of him going in and out.

Jack
lay there, allowing her to take over, the roles now reversing as he became the
instrument of her selfish sexual desires, and he could not imagine a more exciting
part to play. He watched her intently, noticing that her body moved like water
as she worked him, her hips flowing from side to side, the wave moving up her
torso, across her breasts, her head rolling sensually in concert.

Sarina
leaned over as she continued working him and whispered in his ear. “You know
what I want to do?”

“What?”

“I
want to make you my prisoner.”

Jack
paused. “What does that mean, exactly?”

“I’ll
show you.”

She
rolled off him to the right and grabbed her purse, which had fallen off the
dresser moments before, and she extracted a pair of handcuffs. Within two
seconds she had secured Jack’s wrists to a leg of the bed like a rodeo cowboy
roping a calf.

Jack
didn’t realize what was happening until he was already restrained, and he
futilely pulled on the cuffs.

“Jesus,
woman. What the fuck…”

“Shut
up,” she demanded.

“You
think you could make those any tighter?”

“If
you don’t be quiet, that’s exactly what I’ll do.”

Jack
had dabbled in bondage role-playing in the past, but those were regular girls
who were afraid of spiders and thought doggie-style sex was adventurous. In
contrast, this was downright unsettling. He still didn’t know who he was
dealing with here, and he was pretty sure her idea of fun wasn’t the same as
his.

Sarina
stood up for a moment and appeared to appreciate the nude man she had just
captured. She roamed around the hotel suite as if looking for something and reappeared
moments later with a damp towel from the bathroom, which she quickly tied
around his ankles. Jack wasn’t sure why he cooperated with it, but he did, and
his erection was roaring despite loud objections from the better half of his
brain.

“Now,”
she cooed, “what do we have here? Someone seems to be enjoying this.”

Sarina
wrapped her fingers around him and clenched hard, her nails pinching his skin
as she guided him into her mouth. Jack bucked at the pain, but she just
squeezed tighter as if punishing him for resisting.

“Look,
Sarina. If you want any hope of using that again later…”

He
gasped as her teeth dug into him this time, and she stared at him while she did
it, her eyes filled with warning. The woman clearly meant business.

Jack
lowered his head back to the floor in resignation, and her teeth let up,
followed shortly by her grip. She was still holding on tightly, but in contrast
it was like heaven, and after a while all he could feel were the soft lips and
tongue caressing him as they soothed the afflicted areas of uniquely delicate
skin.

He
had heard the best part of sadomasochistic sex was when the pain stopped, and the
sex following it was supposed to be kicked up a notch. Well, whether it was his
idea or not, Jack could attest to all of that now as a raging orgasm shattered
through him. He tried to resist it, but the attempt was absolutely futile as he
exploded into Sarina’s mouth, her tongue flicking just the right spot to keep
him on edge and going. She continued to juice him through the end, apparently
delighted with what she had accomplished, and afterwards she drew her tongue
all the way up his torso and chest until finally settling on his mouth.

Jack
could taste his own semen as he kissed her, but he didn’t care. Her mouth was
sumptuously slick and hot—exactly what he needed right now—and as far as he was
concerned she could linger there as long as she liked.

Sarina
brought her lips to his ear and whispered again. “I need you to get hard for me
now, Jack.”

He
let out a nervous breath. “Um. That’s not how it works, babe. I’m going to need
at least fifteen minutes. Maybe twenty.”

“No
you don’t.”

“Well,
actually…”

Sarina
slid to the floor next to him and lay on her side as she worked him gently with
her hand. Her mouth was still over his ear, and she let out a series of erotic
female sounds that put the best X-rated films to shame while her hot breath rushed
over his neck. The pain in Jack’s wrists reminded him he was still restrained,
not to mention vulnerable to her twisted ideas, and that alone was equally
scary and arousing.

Her
little ploy was starting to work, and he could feel the sensation building in
his crotch even before Sarina’s teeth firmly crushed into his earlobe. He
instinctively recoiled from the shock of it, but the pain seemed to energize his
sexual energy, and he could feel himself grow like wildfire in her hand.

Just
like that, he was raging hard and ready for more.

Amazing
.

Sarina
rose up, a look of absolute victory on her face, and she straddled him again
before sliding him inside. She rode him hard, slamming down onto his thighs
with each thrust, and she giggled like a child on her first pony ride. But
after a couple of minutes she held up, and it was clear she wasn’t getting
anywhere.

She
stared determinately into Jack’s eyes. “If I release you, will you do exactly
what I say?”

“Of
course, your highness.”

She
cocked her head. “Will you?”

Jack
smirked. “You have my word.”

Sarina
dismounted and pulled the keys from her purse, after which she expertly disengaged
the handcuffs and tossed them across the floor.

“Thank
God,” Jack said as he rubbed his wrists the way all recently un-handcuffed
people do. “Now what?”

“Take
me out in the hallway, and fuck me up against the wall like you did at that
restaurant.”

“Are
you out of your mind? We’ll get caught!”

“You
agreed to do exactly what I said.”

Jack
stared at her, thinking, his erection still storming.

“C’mon,”
Sarina said as she walked toward the door, swinging her naked bottom. “Let’s
go.”

“I
can’t believe I’m fucking doing this.”

Sarina
edged the door open and peered down the hall.

“Anyone
there?” Jack asked.

“No.
C’mon.” She engaged the deadbolt to prevent the door from latching closed and
stepped outside.

“You’ll
be completely quiet?”

“Yes,
of course. Now get out here.”

Sarina
flung herself against the wall across from the suite, the noise causing Jack to
shudder, and she raised her arms to display her bare body. She closed her eyes
and remained still as if waiting for him.

Jack
went to her, thinking at first he would fuck her fast and get it over with. But
she looked so beautiful there in the hallway, and he took her face in his hands
to kiss her first. It was a soft, full and gentle kiss that let her know what
he was feeling. And whether she liked it or not, this absurd fuckfest in the
hallway of The Peninsula was going to mean something.

Embracing
a leg in each arm and anchoring his hands on her ass like he did once before,
Jack lifted Sarina from the floor and anchored her back against the wall before
entering her. He pumped her slowly, carefully, doing his best not to entice
whoever was on the other side of that wall to investigate. And eventually,
somehow, he managed to pick up speed, jacking her upward instead of backward
with each thrust, eliminating the noise and fulfilling his quest for silent
fucking.