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    He suddenly hauled me to my knees. My wrists were still cuffed to the bedstead, so my upper body had to stay low, my back arched and my breasts skimming the bed. My ass was thrust up into the air.
    He shoved his hands between my thighs and opened me. I panted, the blood rushing in my ears. “ I — I’ll never talk!”
    I heard the metal clink of his belt. The rustle of fabric as his pants fell to his knees. I tugged hard on the cuffs, the metal rubbing my wrists. “ D—Do what you like to me!” I wasn’t even aware of what I was saying, anymore. The heat inside me was like a furnace, melting me from the inside out. The words were just releasing the pressure, stopping me from exploding too soon. “I’ll never talk!”
    And then I felt the head of his cock splitting my folds and surging up into me and my eyes snapped wide. He drove all the way in with one long thrust and I groaned. I was already at the start of the slope that led to my release, rolling inexorably down towards it. “Never!” I shouted.
    He pulled out and thrust into me again, his groin grinding against my ass, and I jerked at the feeling of being so completely filled. One of his hands slid under me and scooped up my breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers. “Beg me to fuck you,” he hissed in my ear. He thrust again, making raw pleasure arc and snap from my quivering walls. Another thrust and another. “ Beg!”
    I could barely speak. This was beyond sex, now, beyond anything. I was utterly lost, no longer even sure who I was. “Evil Russian b—bastard!” I shrieked.
    His thrusts reached a peak, his hard body slapping against my upraised ass. His other hand snaked under me, his fingers finding my clit. I rocketed headlong towards my climax.
    “Ah— Please!” I felt myself starting to spasm around him. “ I’ll talk! Just please fuck me!”
    He rubbed me, playing me like an instrument as he fucked me, and all I could do was cling on as I slammed into my orgasm. I strained at the cuffs, arching my back, my fingers clutching at the bedstead. I’d never felt so completely out of control, or so alive.
    The spasms lasted for what felt like minutes as he circled and rubbed at my clit. He drew the pleasure out and out for me as his hips pistoned against my upraised ass. Somewhere in my groaning and writhing, I felt him shudder and reach his own release.
    Eventually, I slumped on the bed, spent. I felt him gently unfasten the cuffs and then pull me over onto my side, spooning me as my breathing gradually settled.
    “You’d make a lousy spy,” he said with a low chuckle. “Natalia used to hold out for hours.”

 
     
     
     
     
     

     
     
    I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember is waking up in his arms. I lay there staring at the wall and took stock.
    The pain from the spanking had long since faded—he hadn’t actually hit me all that hard. My wrists were a little red from the cuffs, but that, too, would soon disappear.
    What I couldn’t get rid of was the guilt.
    When I thought he knew, there’d been a moment when I was actually relieved. Even though I thought he was going to kill me, a little part of me was just glad not to have to lie anymore. How did other agents do this? How does Nancy do this?!
    She doesn’t fall in love with the target, I told myself bitterly.
    I didn’t care that it was too soon to use that word. I knew what I felt.
    Stacked on top of the guilt from lying to him was the guilt at how easily I’d broken. I’d been ready to fold just at the mere threat of pain. If he ever did find out, I knew I’d roll over and give up my country in a heartbeat. Some spy I was. And then, when I discovered it was just a game, I’d gotten off on it. I’d come my brains out, screaming obscenities at him while he rode me harder and harder.
    I was completely out of control. Not just during sex, but whenever I was around him. I