Gently unzipping his pants, she felt him shudder a little when she reached inside to touch him.  He wore black silk boxer briefs, which did little to confine him.  He hastily stripped off his back holster, hands trembling slightly with excitement, and laid it on the floor while Heather pulled his pants down a little lower.  He was in excellent shape – long muscular legs, taut abs – and the smell of him drove Heather wild.  Leaning closer to her, he rubbed her cheeks with his thumbs and looked down at her beseechingly while she tugged at his briefs.  Thoughts of the guns, now easily within reach, and how she could use them to her advantage flashed briefly through her mind, but she didn’t care about that.  She didn’t want to escape… at least not right now.

“I’m so hard for you right now, you have no idea… it’s all yours.”, he whispered hoarsely.  She reached inside his briefs, and he was definitely ready – and he hadn’t been lying about his size, either.  The way it curved upward, almost touching his belly, beckoned to her moist lips and she devoured him hungrily… licking and sucking him with a persistence that nearly knocked him off balance.  After a few minutes, she looked up at him and he was nearly catatonic with pleasure, his mouth ajar and his face beaded with sweat.  “Ohhhhhhhhh….. ohhhh… you’re amazing… yes….”, he panted, barely able to breathe.  Deep down, she felt a perverse sense of gratification… he was under her thumb and didn’t even realize it.  She cradled and massaged his balls, and he jerked upwards a little in surprise but didn’t push her away.  Did he have any idea how much she enjoyed doing this to him… swirling and flicking her tongue around his head, rubbing his shaft and taking him completely down her throat, making him squirm and writhe under her touch?  She could hear him whimpering weakly, and this act of submission intrigued her…  his eyes were squeezed shut in oblivious lust, his hands locked in place around her head… just when she thought he was finished, he suddenly pulled away from her.

“Do you think you can get me off that easily?  Is that your plan?”, he sneered.  She looked up and saw a face lit with unbridled tension… before she could respond, he threw her backward onto the mattress and kneeled over her, tugging at the top of her dress and sucking on her neck and shoulders.  “You want me to slip it to you bad… you’re a hungry little slut who loves the idea of being taken by a man like me, someone in control…”.  He was incredibly ardent and domineering, and she had never encountered anyone like him.  The way he talked to her and controlled her touched a primitive need that had gone unnoticed for too long.   After wrestling her dress off, he sat up on his knees and, pinning her arms at her side, began rubbing his swollen cock on her stomach… gently, slowly…

“You should appreciate how fortunate you are to be with me right now.”, he said, with a calm arrogance that would have normally made her laugh but instead made her moist with anticipation.  “You’re the first FBI agent to get ****ed by Castor Troy… maybe you’ll get a medal or something.”, he said with a slight chuckle, before lowering himself to her chest and suckling her nipples, biting and pulling at them with a ferocity that made her squirm with pain, but she didn’t dare let on.  His hands explored her, lingering over her waist and hips before finding their way under her ass and kneading it intensely.  It was obvious that he had a fetish… touching it delighted him, and he gasped as he ran his fingers up and down her thong.  “Hmmm… you speak my language, Sinclaire.”, he said as he kissed her stomach lightly and pulled down her panties with his teeth. 

“What am I saying to you, Castor?”, she panted, as he worked his way down her body.

Looking up at her briefly, he smiled crookedly and tongued her belly button.  “You want me to do things to you that you’ll have to lie about later… am I right?”.  He was.

Grasping her ankles and resting them on his broad shoulders, he smothered her inner calves with wet kisses as he played with her, teasing her mercilessly with his fingers until she screamed and bucked under his touch.  “Do you want it now?”, he asked her, a little too calmly for her taste.  Heather could barely respond, but he cut her off before she had a chance.  “I could make you wait, but how would you feel about that?  Would you be thankful, or would you resent me?”

“Please…”, she begged him.  She was consciously aware of the fact that he enjoyed this immensely, and she let it continue.  “I need it so bad…”.

Without another word, he balanced himself over her and took her exactly the way she liked – confident, assertive, a little rough.  He was amazingly disciplined, spreading her legs apart and above him as he fiercely pounded away – he had ways of making her feel everything she had secretly longed for and what no other man could give her until now… as much as she loathed to admit it,  Castor made her hotter and wetter than any “nice guy” she’d been with.  He was amazing, and after awhile time stood still; she couldn’t even hear her own heart beat anymore.  The way he slipped between merciless torture and tender sweetness completely blew her mind. 

“Do you like it?”, he panted, never breaking contact with her under heavy-lidded eyes.  “Tell me… tell me you like getting ****ed by me… how lucky you are to have my cock inside you.  I wanna hear you say it, Sinclaire…”.  His pupils were dilated, and his tongue was searching for hers.

“Yes…”, she heard herself say, vaguely aware that he was slowing down a little. “You’re better than anyone I’ve ever had…”.  Clutching his back and shoulders, she found herself wishing he would have taken off his shirt and vest – she wanted to feel all of him, all at once.  She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him to pick up the rhythm, but he resisted.

Hearing her praise seemed to openly delight him, and his face lit up in a grin that seemed almost… sincere.  “Oh, baby, I’m so happy… I’ve waited so long for this… and now you’re mine.”.  He began to pump harder, faster; she had to cling to him to keep from falling off the mattress but it was the greatest ride of her life.  She didn’t want to think about his erratic behavior or about the strange things he said… all she understood was to let him ravage her and work his will.  Not long after, he gave himself to her with one final impassioned thrust and then collapsed in her arms.  She could hear their hearts beat again, and her head was swimming in an ecstatic fog; his tender caresses and what had happened between them was a natural high for her, but she couldn’t help but wonder, amidst the blur of his lips and hands and everything else, who he really was.  Was he just one of those guys who said strange things in the heat of lust, or did he mean what he had said, about waiting for her?  Maybe now she knew how to control him, how to make him open up to her – nobody else had been able to do that in his whole career as a criminal.