Ann: The Married Years Ch. 38

"Uh, what about kidnapping you, and trapping you in the dungeon? What about all the things he did to you against your will?"

"Well for one, Brooke, he wasn't the first guy to tie me up. I've had boyfriends that did it. I would think you would know by now that I rather enjoy it. Hell, I was the one that brought it up when we were flirting. My cover was working at a sex shop for god's sake. That's the place he frequented. He'd come in four days a week. And everything I was doing to try and entice him wasn't working. It wasn't until I noticed he bought a blindfold one day that I found a way. I didn't put two and two together quickly enough, because the info didn't detail that. I really thought he was buying the blindfold for himself. Plus, I never thought I'd get caught. I figured I'd be in and out in a day, and we'd have what we needed to take him down."

"But he kidnapped you," Brooke said, shaking her head.

"It's probably more accurate to say he captured me. I was already in his house... although one of the charges they brought against him was kidnapping. The truth is I didn't try to escape at first because of the mission. Early on my only thought was to escape. I had some opportunities, but they were always too risky, and I couldn't bear what might happen in the dungeon if I didn't get away. I was worried that I might not make it out alive. But once I gained his confidence, I went back to thinking about the mission. I didn't want to be an agent with a failed mark on her record."

"Wait, so you willingly stayed, instead of trying to escape."

"There were two times I could have, but didn't, because I didn't have the info we needed yet. The thing is that I eventually figured out that the bondage stuff was just his fetish... I didn't get the feeling that he'd go that far and actually kill me. He was just feeding his sexual bent, and he thought I liked it, and that I loved him. Even when he was dominating me when I misbehaved... I could feel his love for me. He said as much. I just had to keep reminding myself that he was an arms dealer, and that thousands of people's lives were at risk because of what he was doing for a living. The guy could be charming, and frankly, in almost every way, the sex became amazing. But he was still a scumbag that needed to be taken down."

"So, instead of getting away, you completed the mission."

"Absolutely, and taking me outside was the first chance that allowed me the opportunity to turn the tables on him. Remember, I didn't have anything on him until I had him captive in the dungeon, and even then it took a few days. I needed keys to his desk and file cabinets, and passwords to his computer. What drove me to stay was thinking about why I was supposed to contact him in the first place. If I had just run away to save myself, then someone else would have had to try to get close to him again. I was already in deeper than anyone in the CIA was ever going to get. The man said he loved me, and in many ways, he showed it. But in the end, he was my mark... my assignment. After all that time, I knew I was the only one that was going to be able to bring him in. But as a result, I put myself in a different kind of danger. I was sleeping with him, and he was fucking me... daily. So it really shouldn't have been that big a surprise to my superiors that I got pregnant. In some ways, I think I knew all along it would end up that way."

"And yet Langley is okay with you having a child by this guy?" Neil asked.

"They don't know it's his."

"How could they not?"

"For the only time in my career, I lied. With me being so far along when we discovered I was pregnant, I knew I had to, to protect my son. I wasn't about to have an abortion. I knew the second I found out, that was never going to be an option for me. So, I told them I'd been used as a whore at parties. That he'd tied me up on a bed, and let any man use me that wanted to. It wasn't true, but that's what I told them. That's one of the reasons the psych exams were so exhaustive. They thought they were dealing with an agent that had been compromised by dozens and dozens of men over a five-month period. I don't regret what happened... I love my son. At the same time, I love what I do. I'm a damn good agent, James. It pisses me off that you'd think I would deliberately sabotage our mission."

"I'm sorry Pamela. And I'm sorry for what you went through."

"Now, or then?" she laughed.

"Both. But you know I only did what I did because it's part of my job. I had to be sure."

"I know. But it still pisses me off. I just want you to know that I'm happy with the way my life is turning out, although I am a bit concerned about losing my job now."

He shook his head. "Don't be. I screw up all the time, and somehow everything always works out. I'll deal with MI6 on this. The mission is my problem, and I'll tell them how well you've done on this one."

"How can you say that? We didn't get Sanchez."

"We haven't gotten him yet," he winked. "With this weather, I doubt he's been able to leave the area either. We'll stay the night, and try to pick up his trail tomorrow. Like I said, I'll contact M. I'll have him smooth things over with our superiors."

"Well, when you're talking to him, tell him how much fun I've had working with you. That last one was one hell of an orgasm," she winked.

Brooke stood in stunned silence, processing everything she'd just heard. Finally, after about thirty seconds of looking back and forth between the other two in the room, she broke out laughing. "I'm sorry for ruining the moment, but... damn... you two are really good at this."

"Good at what?" Ann asked.

"Roleplaying. I've done it with a couple of my boyfriends in the past, but it was NEVER like this. My god, you make it all seem so real! I'm seriously tingling right now."

"Well, like I was saying before, this isn't my first time."

"Mine either," Neil smiled, kissing his wife. "But I do think this was one of our best, babe."

"Mmm... me too, baby. I love you!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"So, what was the favorite part of the weekend?" Neil asked as he drove over the state line, back into West Virginia.

"Hard to say. There were so many things that happened," Ann smiled. "I tend to almost always think of the most recent thing, and I think that would be a huge mistake."

"So, you didn't like this morning?" he laughed.

She sighed as she recalled how she'd been on her knees riding the strap-on that Brooke was wearing. Neil was behind her, fucking her ass as he held her cuffed hands high above her head, forcing her to kiss the attractive blonde underneath her.

"Are you kidding? That was incredible. I'm just saying that it's hard to pick just one thing. So I'm not going to. It was all part of such an incredible anniversary; I want to remember every bit of it."

"I think it was incredible too. I was a little surprised there was a strap-on in the suitcase though. You must have planned for everything."

"I told you, I like to be prepared."

"Funny how the woman that loves to be prepared didn't think to bring the key to the handcuffs."

When he couldn't find the key in the suitcase, she exclaimed that Q forgot it, meaning that she did as well. She ended up spending the night in bed between Neil and Brook, her hands still clasped behind her back.

Fortunately, she was still nimble enough that she was able to sit and rock back, getting the cuffs over her ass. Come morning, she did just that, and in seconds she'd slipped her legs through, her arms now cuffed in front. He dressed her in her jeans, and then he slipped one of the new T-shirts over her head, draping the fur coat over her so she could get out of the Inn without being noticed. Not that she would have necessarily cared at that point. She was entirely prepared for him to make her walk topless, or even naked if he wanted. She wouldn't have protested if he had.

She held out her hands, showing the silver bracelets on her wrists as they stuck out from underneath the T-shirt, flashing him her sexiest smirk, her eyes telling him he had once again underestimated her. "What makes you think I wanted to bring them, Neil?"

"What?"

"Part of the fun for me was I knew the second you put them on me that I wasn't getting out of them. I'm just glad you didn't cuff me to the bed. Or worse, use them on Brooke. That might have been awkward."

"More than me making her answer the door for room service naked?"

"Oh, I think she wanted to do that since she saw me the night before. Hell, she was kind of upset no one showed up while you were making me scream so loud."

"Yeah, but that could have been anybody. This was a co-worker... and a guy at that."

"If she didn't want to do it, she wouldn't have. And besides, she wasn't on the clock. She paid to stay there, so she could do what she wanted. And I really don't think she minded. Not by the way she fucked you afterward."

"I guess you're right. That's just how I am, always second guessing what we do."

"I know. I do the same thing. That's what makes this work. If we didn't analyze what we did afterward, I'd start to worry."

"What would you have done if I would have put the cuffs on her instead of you?"

She sighed, her eyes shifting to his seat. Or more accurately, what was underneath it. Unbuckling her seatbelt, she wiggled the shirt over her shoulders, exposing her breasts, allowing her to move her arms. Leaning toward him, she placed her head in his lap, and he was certain he was about to be on the receiving end of a glorious blowjob.

"Relax, baby. We're almost to the house, and I want to unload the car as fast as we can so we can go get Owen. I was going to do this when we got there anyway."

Pulling a plastic bin from under the driver's seat, she sat upright, opening it. Inside there was an emergency kit, a pair of gloves and a flashlight. There was also some rope, a vibrator, a dildo, a small butt plug, batteries, and another pair of handcuffs, along with a key. Taking the final item out, she unlocked the ones she was wearing, tossing them inside before pulling down her shirt while fishing her arms through the holes.

"Where did that come from?"

"Q sent it to me when he heard I'd be working with you this weekend," she winked. "He's a lot like me."

"Yeah. Prepared. I get it," he laughed. "But where did it really come from?"

Buckling her seatbelt, she smiled. "I keep it in my car. I put it in yours when I realized you were switching."

"And you keep all of those things in your car because?"

"I think it speaks for itself. If you want to know more, well... you know what it takes now to get me to talk."