Carly On Her Knees

Chapter Three-2

“I’m not a Hollywood starlet, Dana. And I won’t pretend to be.”

“Yes, far from it. But we believe that, too, is a front. He dates many women, and in particular, we’ve learned that he enjoys sexually dominating submissive women, women like you. Young, beautiful…vulnerable women. If our sources can be trusted, he’s quite an accomplished s****l master, able to captivate susceptible females and bring them willingly to their knees. I actually had an operative in place for this role, but an unfortunate series of events occurred that required their brief affair be aborted. I’m still of the mind that a smart, but avidly submissive female can be the key to revealing the truth about the man and his treasonous activities.” By that time, Dana had the girl’s keen attention “To do this, you’d need to become Byron Haverleigh’s latest pet. After what I’ve told you, you might find this is a daunting prospect, but you can be assured that I wouldn’t have proposed this to you if I didn’t think you’d be a perfect match for the man. He seems to go for the bohemian type, smart, worldly, but those clearly willing to endure…” brief pause, “let’s say a degree of pain—just like you.” She stopped there, feeling out Carly’s silent response.

“This is dangerous, isn’t it?” the girl came back.

Dana sat back and laughed. “You are still your father’s daughter.”

“Being suspicious comes naturally to me.”

“Which is why you are so perfect for this. Just be sure that you hide your suspicions behind that lovely look of innocence.”

“And the danger?” Carly returned to her original concern.

“Yes, it could be dangerous. But gathering information is all you need to do. You pass that information on, that’s it. You’ll be protected in all the usual ways. We know you’re not a trained operative.”

“Yes, just a slut.”

The woman c****d her head bemused. “Is that how you think of yourself?”

“Not really. But that’s how you think of me.”

A tremor of hurt glimmered in Dana’s eyes, briefly. “Yes, I’m sure I deserved that,” she sat back taking a deep breath. “And, I’m sorry for your bitterness. Honest. I know I played you. I felt I had to. But that does not mean that I don’t have a great deal of affection for you, or that I don’t respect the womanly power you have. You’ll be doing something I could never do. As far as the danger, you can remove yourself from this arrangement anytime you need to. No one will question you. If you accept the assignment, you’ll be fully briefed on what you need to do and all the security measures that will be taken to protect you. And, since the stakes and the man are both more important than what you’ve been doing for us in the past, the compensation will be far more than you’ve earned on other assignments.” Again the woman watched Carly’s face for some response and when there was none, she added. “I’ll understand if you refuse. After all, you came here to sever your relationship with me and this will only keep us in contact. But by the very nature of the task, we’ll not be able to meet here again, so any contact will be limited. That should please you.”

Carly’s body was bathed in the bright sunlight of Dana’s office making it appear as if she was dissolving into the elemental atoms of her body. One could argue that she had an almost angelic appearance; her blond hair was nearly blinding. Yes, she was the perfect girl for this job, Dana observed once more. And thankfully, Carly didn’t make her wait long for her answer.

“I’ll do it,” she said without emotion.

“You will?”

“You’re surprised?”

“I guess I am.”

“Trust me. My feelings for you have not changed. But now that I’m not your personal toy anymore and my affair with James is over, there’s no reason why I can’t enjoy seducing a powerful man like this Byron Haverleigh. Could be fun.”

“Fun?”

“Why else would I do it?”

“I suppose I thought that meeting your submissive needs would be more of a reason than just something you do for fun.”

“Really? Hm.” Carly shrugged. “I guess you’ve learned something about me today that you didn’t know. Call us even.” Adjusting her knapsack on her shoulder, she turned to leave, adding, “Let me know when and where I meet him,” before she walked out.

***

One more minute in the company of Dana Durrant and Carly might have blown the cool façade and disclosed the nervous excitement that was running rampant through her body. She knew exactly who Byron Haverleigh was and his general reputation with women. The idea that he was a man with a need to dominate women had been tickling her crotch since Dana first disclosed the fact, not to mention that his matinee idol personality made her blush just thinking of what that might mean to her.

As she deftly took the stairs from Dana’s office to the embassy entrance, she was so preoccupied with the possibilities of an affair, that she failed to look up as she exited the building and ran smack into a man who was just about to enter.

“Oh, I’m sorry. How clumsy of me!” she declared. She now stood face to face with a thirtyish, boyishly handsome, dark-haired American; she knew his nationality the moment he spoke.

“Wow! Damn I’ve been having the best luck today,” he said with a cheery smile.

“You have?” she stared at him bewildered and blushing.

“I saw you at the embassy party a couple nights back. I was going to introduce myself, but then I couldn’t find you again. And suddenly here you are! Fate, maybe?” His broad smile lit up Carly’s body.

“You were there?”

“Sure was.” He held out his hand for her to shake. “Tyler McBride.”

“I’m Carly.” For the first time in three days, the scene at the embassy party was not front and center in her mind. In fact, even Byron Haverleigh who had consumed her thoughts for the last half hour had been swept aside. “But—but w-why would you want to introduce yourself to me?”

“Well, I really have no idea, except that you caught my eye and liking what I saw, I thought you might be someone I’d like to get to know.”

Carly smiled back amiably. The tousled dark hair, the casual dress, the easy confidence with which he spoke had her intrigued. That he was so wholly focused on her sent a ticklishly warm feeling through her body. “Well, I suppose if you have a few minutes, you could get to know me now.”

“A few minutes for you? Absolutely.”

A textbook romantic afternoon followed the accidental meeting, beginning with a casual conversation at a sidewalk café…

“So you go to embassy parties to pick up women, is that it?” Carly asked.

He laughed.

“Not really. But I’ve been told that I need to ‘get a life’, that I’m way too absorbed in my work. Since I’m on a sabbatical from my job, in Paris this month, I thought a few dates might make me a more normal man.”

“So I’m the lucky one who caught your eye. Why me?”

“You stood out from the crowd. The way you were dressed, the way you carried yourself. I figured you for a woman who thinks independently. There was a kind of confidence, but it wasn’t harsh like so many women.” He c****d his head. “Is that enough of a reason?”

Then a stroll through the streets of Paris and along the Seine…

“You’re a reporter. That sounds so exciting.” Carly was honestly impressed. “But isn’t the Middle East awfully dangerous right now?”

“Anywhere can be dangerous, but yes, I’d be a fool to think otherwise.”

“So, why not be writing for the Kansas City Journal, or whatever?” As they walked his arm brushed against hers and she felt a tittering thrill flood her body.

“I’m an unrepentant adrenalin junkie with a few decent writing skills. So what else do I do? I don’t know if you’ve ever been to Kansas City…”

“Oh, never!”

“Well, not much there for an adrenalin junkie.”

“But your job makes it tough to have a steady girlfriend.”

“That’s true. But I’ve got to dive in somewhere. And starting with you seems like a pretty good idea.”

Then dinner at Le Dauphin … hanging ball lamps, mosaic floors, stained-glass windows and Provincial flavors…all designed to titillate the palate and the romance of that bewitching hour.

“And what does your family think of your occupation?” Carly wondered as she popped a creamy sea scallop into her mouth.

“There’s just my dad really and he thinks I’m often foolish, but he’d never stop me. As if it’s his duty, he points out the pitfalls, which I already know, then he tells me to ‘for God’s sake be sane about whatever you do’” he lowered his voice to mimic the man.

She laughed. “Is he really that gruff?”

“Yeah, sort of. He’s a federal judge, comes with the territory.”

“Ooo. A judge. Sounds intimidating.” She flashed on Dana’s use of the word earlier that day.

“He is, but he’s also a first rate guy. At least that’s what I think of him now. When I was a teenager I hated how wise he was, how inflexible he could be. It’s tough to live with a man who’s always right. But we’re more like friends now.”

“Be glad you have him. I don’t have family,” she said wistfully, as she stirred her tea. “I guess you could say that’s what I’m looking for, at least indirectly.”

“Indirectly?”

She was giggling inside, biting her lip self-consciously. “Or maybe directly…” her eyes lit with want that would hold Tyler McBride captive for the rest of the night.

And finally the inevitable invitation…when the evening grew old and walking the romantic streets of Paris could do no more to bring these two together…

“It’s probably too soon to ask you up to my room, isn’t it?” He was already holding her hand, though their first kiss was yet to be savored.

“I’m sure in some women’s rule book it is, but I’m not known to follow rules.” She could feel the animated beat of his body closing in on her, and in the seconds that followed, their lips met for that first taste, brought together by a force they’d been trying to deny the entire day. Such a small kiss to start, one almost too chaste to count as a first. But the second one followed, full and passionate and filled with heat. Open mouths and a firm embrace and then a sudden end. All too quickly for the smitten pair.

“I swear this will not be a one-night-stand,” he solemnly promised. “But I’d really love to have you join me…in my room.”

Her face was flushed, her lips burning. “And even if it were a one-nighter, would that be so bad?” She only wished to secure this one moment, this one night.

“But I already know I want to see you again.”

She was giddy inside. “Well then, how about we just set a time for our next date right now and we won’t have to go through those awkward details later?”

His eyes lit. “Great idea. Does tomorrow suit you?”

“Yes, it suits me just fine. I don’t have a single thing penciled in.”

He had the romantic instincts of a man much more experienced in love than he was. The boutique hotel was quaint and plush and a little bit shabby around the edges, perfectly Parisian and able to tug the heartstrings of any woman on the brink of love. On the other hand, she would have made love in a shed or a garret or on the street. In fact, when he first pushed her into a dark side street, her body pressed against a rough plaster wall, the way their hands worked fast, their mouths joined and their loins locked against each other, they might have made love in that tiny thoroughfare. When he reached up under her sweater, the first touch of his hand on her bare breast, a tiny orgasm fired off deep inside her groin. She pushed against him wantingly, her s*x aggressively begging for the first thrust of his hard organ.

“No, no, we can’t do it here.” He suddenly pushed away. “I didn’t spend the extra bucks on my room to make love to the girl of my dreams in an alley. Let’s go.” He took her hand and led her rapidly through a twisted maze of streets to his hotel.

The girl of my dreams! Her mind was spinning, her emotions on overload—no lover had ever said anything to her as sweet as this.

Avoiding the creaking elevator, they took two flights of stairs to his room, kissing and groping and giggling, her sweater discarded by the time he put the key in the lock. She hugged herself, playing modest with her naked breasts in plain sight, even though the risk of exposure only increased the thrill.

Inside the room, they bounced on the bed, locked in a furious embrace until a string of kisses running down her neck to her breasts to her steamy mons broke the furious clench. His tongue teased its way between her fragrant labia, darting in and out of her slit until she was gasping for breath and pounding her fists on the bed when he latched onto her pink swollen clit.