Strings and Schemes

Chapter 3

The burlap sack is removed from my head, and I am on the other side of the interrogation mirror. Another agent I don't recognize, but I certainly recognize from Louis description smiles warmly at me, "Ms. Addams, a pleasure to have you finally join us."

He offers me tea and digestives, I refuse. If anything I learned last time, you never take the food - even if they don't lace it here, they will in a real scenario, and so we don't take it here either. I politely refuse. They turn on the lights and all I see is Louis. Chained to a chair, with light exposure. They suddenly turn the lights dim, and allow for the mirrored window to be seen through, and Louis sees me. He winks, "fuck it" he mouths, bobbing his head like he's had the best time.

Agent West enters the room where Lou is sitting, still zip tied from the car ride. I know his wrists are sore now. But he does't seem at all uncomfortable. 

"Come on Mr. Tomlinson, give us information about Ms. Addams, we know you know secrets of hers."

Louis shakes his head, "barely know her, luv."

God, I love him so much. I smile at his response. 

Agent fuck-face over here notices immediately. "He's lying."

I laugh at him, "No shit, you picked us up from the same location. What did you expect?"

The agent  looks a little uncentered recognizing that I may be the Ambassadors daughter, but there's no way in hell I'm unprepared for this.

"Just tell us something, one small detail about him. Or we're going to have to use force."

I laugh, "We're on British soil. In a joint training experience, you can't do shit."

Agent West tries to convince Louis by delicately touching him, in a way we both know is intentionally seductive. Too bad she's not his type. If she thinks I'm about to get jealous, I'm not. We don't operate like that. We never have.

Louis is a panting mess under me as I pull an orgasm from him. He grunts as he pulls me up his centre, grabbing a condom, somehow still hard as he plops me on top of him, fucking me from the bottom. I grind into him, hard, chasing my own release.

"Oh love, I wouldn't rush for that orgasm. You've got a long night ahead of you," he smirks, "7? You said?"

I nod my head confirming, confused as to why that matters.

"7's a good number, I wonder if you'll be able to walk tomorrow after I make you cum... seven times."

I smile at Louis whose face to face with Agent West,  offering encouragement, the sparkle in his eye returns.

We shift from my living room to my bed, Louis burying himself in between my thighs. He kisses and nips along the sensitive skin closest to my core, before teasing me with his tongue. I am practically begging him to go down on me when he finally gives in.

"Fuck, Raina, you taste so good," he moans in a muffled grunt; the vibration of his voice against me bringing me closer to the edge. Louis looks up at me, daring me to stay with him. He smiles coyly against me, kissing me as he pulls back slightly, replacing his mouth with his fingers, deviously tracing gentle circles around my most sensitive parts. He nods to my night stand, "I know you have something in there to help this moment, grab a bullet."

I gasp at his suggestion, "Do it Raina, I promise it will be worth it."

I hesitantly reach for the draw, pulling out a small bullet. I try to hand it to him but he shakes his head, "use it on your clit, while I eat you out." My head just about explodes.

"How did you come up with this idea?" I said

"I've been thinking of fun things we can try for a while," he admits, flushing slightly. "Just do it, I can almost guarantee you'll love it."

So I listen, and put the vibrator on my clit as he laps around me. Oh god, he's so right. This is in the top ten moments of my life. I start pulling slowly away from him as I get closer to finishing.

"No way, not yet, I've yet to make you finish and I've never seen you come undone ever." He demands, "I don't think you've even seen yourself come undone before, Rain,"

I want to say that I have, but I haven't. The last time we did this, we were stupid kids who had no idea what we were doing.

"Look, Agent West, you're pretty and all, but you're really not my type." I hear Louis say as I continue to watch him being various levels of tortured.

Agent West laughs, "Oh darling, you'll really wish you told me just a nugget of information about Raina over here now."

In walks in the two assailants who pulled us from the street. I hope out of my seat and offer myself up.

"Don't," I say, tears in my eyes, "- don't touch him."

Louis' face drops, both of us breaking at the same moment.

If they wanted to know my weakness, it's him.