Grimjustin 1 debriefed, p.1
GrimJustin 1: DeBriefed, page 1
GrimJustin 1: DeBriefed Fiona Jayde
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GrimJustin 1: DeBriefed
Fiona Jayde
When Intel Agent Dinah Burns is captured after obtaining a top-secret key sequence to a competitor’s MainFrame system, the man committed to extracting her intel is Jack Brenner --the man abandoned by the InterPlanetery corporation they both worked for back then. The man Dinah helped escape. The same man who later seduced her in virtual reality.
Dinah won’t give up the key sequence. Even when Brenner uses his own special kind of orgasmic torture.
As conspiracies around them thicken and an experimental chip in Dinah’s spine starts to malfunction, they race through a tangle of politics to find the one thread that connects it all.
Chapter One
Her eyes snapped open to darkness.
Immediately, Dinah catalogued the surrounding conditions: warm, dark, no visible exits. Some sort of padded pallet was under her; she was facing up, her hands resting at her center, cuffed in cool slick metal. Her feet hung off the pallet, touching the floor. She didn’t panic, not yet anyway. She tested her eyes --looked up, then down. The drug was wearing off. Think.
Her feet weren’t bound. They were solid on the floor, which was at least something. The tremors under her toes told her she was on a ship. For how long, which one, she had no idea. She tried to identify the mix of metal and musk in the air when she heard a door swish open. Her own pulse pounded in her ears. She willed herself not to move and forced fear down where it didn’t bother her throat.
“Agent Burns.” His voice was behind her, the warm whisper of it sending shivers from her neck down. A male voice, somehow familiar. “You’re awake.”
She didn’t respond on a chance he might come around so she could see his face --and gasped as a large male hand gently squeezed her breast.
“You are awake,” he repeated and withdrew his hand. She moved, lightning-fast, swinging her feet to stand up and clasping her hands to deliver a blow where his head should have been. Instead, she connected with nothing, staggered from the force of it and stumbled right into a hard male body.
Her foot stamped on his instep and she heard him grunt even as he dragged her backward, muscled her arms up and hooked her cuffs to something above her before moving away, leaving her exposed, vulnerable, helpless. She fought to calm her pulse, gulped for air --harsh breaths that ripped at her throat as she forced them out.
“Now that you’re awake…” he was behind her now, and the bastard wasn’t even breathing hard, “…let’s discuss the keySeq to the MicroSel main-frame.”
Okay, now she knew why she had been captured. Her heart was beating so hard she wondered if he could hear it. Underneath the fear was a sick sort of excitement.
“What key?” She didn’t think it would work, but it might stall some unpleasantness. She expelled a breath.
“Do you really want to play this game?” That warm whisper was tickling her nerves. She sucked air in and stalled for time, trying to calm her breathing, slow the pounding in her chest.
“What game?” She knew what was about to happen, she’d been trained for it. Somehow, the sims didn’t anticipate an almost erotic reaction. Stupid.
He chuckled, the sound somehow sexy. He must have stepped forward, because she felt a hard male body press against her back in a sick parody of a hug. Strong masculine arms wrapped around her, and he shifted, moving her forward so her head fell back against his chest and her rear pressed against his cock. His hard bulging cock.
This was definitely not part of the sims.
“We can do this real easy, Agent Burns,” he said, whispering directly into her ear and, damn it, sending another shiver down her spine. “I need that sequence.”
She was pretty sure debriefing didn’t happen like this, but it was better than broken bones. Breathe in.
“Your training has been accounted for.”
A new truth drug? She’d been exposed to most of them anyway, a new one wouldn’t make a difference. What then?
She shifted slightly, trying to gain a fraction of space between his cock and her ass muscles, clenching in some sort of sick anticipation. In response he rolled his hips a bit to emphasize the contact. And chuckled --the bastard - when she gulped in a breath. “Aren’t you interested, Agent?”
She figured he would tell her anyway.
“Newest trend in intel extract.” He paused for a moment, as if to see if he would get a response. Nothing.
His hands skimmed her stomach. “Let’s call it the Pleasure Principle.”
She snorted, couldn’t help herself.
“Ridiculous name, I know.” Those long-fingered hands moved upward, maddeningly slow. “While the mind can train to escape pain, it’s nearly impossible for the body to ignore pleasure. So, if the pleasure is layered to the peak of… shall we say tension, information can be extracted by increasing said tension through withholding relief.”
That was just insane. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Agent Burns.” He said it as almost a sigh, and those hands finally reached and cupped her breasts.
She struggled, but the cuffs held her hands. She couldn’t kick at him as he was still too close behind her. An attempt to knock her head back to clock him in the chin was snuffed. The back of her head hit against a hard male chest and her punishment was a squeeze on each breast, not painful, not really, but with just enough promise to get there. She went limp in his arms.
“You aren’t going to give up already?”
His voice was mocking, tenderly cruel. His arms were still around her, his hands massaging her breasts gently now, almost lovingly. She forced herself to relax, leaned fully against him, and felt that hard body tense. He wasn’t immune to this. A potential advantage.
She was small, almost tiny against him. The thought of some bastard torturing the keySeq out of her had Brenner tightening his arms around her. The delicate oval of her face --toughened by a stubborn chin, made sensual by those full lush lips --was burned into his memory. He couldn’t see her eyes from this angle, but he knew they were a strange molten gold color.
He remembered her body being softer in VR, but in reality her arms were sleekly muscled, her torso solid under his hands. Her breasts were high, firm, and to his eternal gratitude, fuller than the wispy model she’d thought would entice him. Her hair was longer, darker, the silken locks gathered in at the nape of her neck. The top of her head was level with his mouth. He could smell the cleanser she used, something light, fresh. No cloying florals, thank God. Under it was her own scent. He hadn’t been able to smell her in VR. He could see her, touch her, almost taste her, but scent was not something virtual tech could reproduce. He inhaled again, closing his eyes for a moment to savor it. Having her close, in the flesh, her scent tickling his senses, finally, finally, after all these months, was making his eyes cross with arousal --an arousal which she could probably feel, as it was announcing itself against her lush ass.
He concentrated on the task at hand --so to speak.
“Now, Agent.” He squeezed her breasts again, the sweet, firm curves fitting perfectly in his hands. The doubt that had been nagging him was silenced by the ache in his balls. He needed the keySeq. She was experienced with the drugs that would ease the process. He wasn’t an expert in intel extraction --his resident hacker had added that bit to their skills list to snag the contract --but he was fairly sure any other method would require pain as an incentive. No way in hell.
“I need to remove your outer suit.” He whispered into the delicate curve of her ear, noting her shiver. “It will give you the opportunity to get used to my hands.” And my hands the opportunity to get used to you. Dinah clenched her teeth, struggling wildly when she saw the glint of a laser in front of her. She fought against her restraints as it lowered, piercing the top layer of her suit.
“Relax, Agent.” His voice was firm now, a command. “I won’t hurt you.”
Somehow, the firmness in his voice reassured her.
She saw the laser tear through the top of her suit, flashing down the front of her torso before carefully slashing over her arms, hearing a soft sound as her suit slithered onto the floor. She stood clad simply in a thin black undershirt and pants as cool air brushed against the exposed skin of her arms. Involuntarily, her nipples tightened.
“Very nice.” His hands were on her --neck, shoulders, torso --the warm rough palms gentle on her skin. “Very nice indeed.” He fitted hims elf against her once more, running his hands down the sides of her breasts.
“Now.” Slowly, maddeningly, his hands circled her breasts, lifting them, massaging them. “Your full name.”
Was he serious with this?
He traced a finger over the tip of each breast before going back to stroking her arms, her torso, waiting for her to answer. “Your name.”
Over the pounding in her ears, she could hear the sound he made as his hands smoothed over her skin, the warm contact relaxing and deliciously erotic.
This was the most ridiculous thing she’d ever dealt with. Her skin heated up under his touch, as nerves and ribbons of lust fought for space deep in her belly.
His fingers lightly flicked her nipples, the shock sending sparks of pleasure through her. He returned to massaging the underside of her breasts. “Your name, Agent.”
“You already know my name.” Her voice was a whisper, somehow loud in a space where each harsh breath was booming. She arched up, hoping to get more of his touch even as her mind was screaming this was insane, ridiculous. Sick.
She felt a soft caress right where she wanted, just enough to tease. Then, to her annoyance, his hands went back to stroking everywhere but there.
“Your full name.”
Oh, fine. “Dinah. Dinah Burns.”
His hands returned to her breasts, stroking gently, then firmly, fingers flicking the beaded nipples.
“Excellent.” He rolled her stiff nipples between his fingers, sliding the ridge of his thumb over the smooth material of her undershirt. She felt him press his erection firmly against her.
“See, that wasn’t too hard. Rank and title?” His fingers left her nipples and massaged the flesh just under her breasts. She bit her lip to keep from moaning.
“Rank and title?”
She stood silent for a moment, but as his hands slowly drifted down she blurted, “Mid-level Courier.”
“And Intel Agent. Recent, as I understand it.” Again, his hands went back to kneading her breasts, fingers and palms rubbing against her nipples, leaving them, then returning once more. Her skin grew hotter with each touch. She wanted her shirt gone. She wanted to feel his hands on her bare breasts.
“Dinah. Pretty name for an intel junkie.”
That was ridiculous coming out of a man who had her tied up and was currently playing with her tits. But it snapped her back.
“What’s your name?”
He laughed, lightly pinched first one nipple then the other. She barely, barely contained a moan.
“Ballsy. I always liked that about you.” He went back to kneading her breasts, rubbing the sting away, before rolling the pebbled nipples between his fingers.
Had she heard that husky voice before? The heat at her breasts, the tightening of her belly wouldn’t let her concentrate. She hadn’t noticed how it happened, but she found herself leaning back onto him, supported by his body as his hands roamed freely over her torso, playing with her breasts, her nipples, her shoulders, sensitizing her skin with each touch. The heat pumping from him was tangible. She hadn’t seen his face yet.
“It’s really simple, Dinah.” He stopped kneading and she didn’t move, not wanting to break the contact. He breathed again in her ear and gooseflesh rose over her arms. “I need the keySeq. Tell me the sequence and I’ll make you feel good.”
She straightened then, ramrod straight. Think, damn it! Either he wanted it himself, which would make him a data spy, or MicroSel wanted it, so it would identify her contact. Meaning she was already in their files. Shit.
“Go fuck yourself.”
He chuckled. “I doubt I’ll have to resort to that.” His hands returned to her nipples, teasing now, light gentle touches. “Not when you’ll be begging me to fuck you instead.”
Dinah really didn’t like how he emphasized the “you” part. She trembled under his hands, shivering again when warm lips pressed at the spot where neck met shoulder.
He trailed soft openmouthed kisses on her heated skin, simply holding her breasts, just cradling them in his palms. The gesture was somehow loving. Which was of course ridiculous. She gulped another breath in. Her skin was hot silk under his hands. Jack Brenner ignored it, just as he ignored her hitched breaths, the soft moans that urged, begged for more. He knew she could feel the bulging ridge of his cock as he pressed it against her buttocks. She hadn’t been grinding against him, but it was early yet. He just hoped she would break before he did. Thinking of fucking her like this, moving her restraints to force her to bend forward, entering her tight heat, made his cock throb. He bit, lightly, just at the spot beneath her ear and chuckled when she shuddered.
“Would you like me to kiss you here?” he whispered into her ear.
“Gosh,” her voice was sweet with sarcasm, “do you treat all captured Intel Agents like this?”
His response was to lightly flick two fingers at a pointed peak of her breast, first one then the other. He didn’t rub away the sting. He felt her shudder.
“Would you like me to kiss you?”
Silence.
His response was another quick nip under her ear.
“Keep this up and I’m going to think you like being spanked.” He lifted her breasts, rolled her nipples between his fingers. And smiled when he heard a moan she couldn’t quite suppress.
“Well?”
Again, silence.
“I’m thinking you like what I’m doing to you. So with that in mind --”
He didn’t have to finish.
“Yes.”
He felt his balls tighten. “Yes what?” He brushed his lips against the exposed skin of her neck.
“Yes, kiss me.” Dinah’s face burned from it, but she couldn’t stand the contrasting onslaught of pain and pleasure.
“I would be happy to.” His arms left her and she missed the warmth of his body. She didn’t allow herself to sag against the bonds, so she stood straight, her eyes shut --and nearly screamed at the warm breath that tickled first one nipple then the other through the thin material of her shirt. She stood still, afraid to move, afraid to even breathe as he gently kissed each tip, just brushing his lips over them. Thinking, breathing, became thick and liquid. She couldn’t see him --when she found the strength to open her eyes she could see the top of his head, but keeping a coherent thought was difficult as his lips brushed against sensitive skin, his fingers molding her flesh until finally, finally, he took a tip into his mouth and lightly sucked through her shirt. The pleasure of it was almost unbearable. She bucked, arching against her restraints, pushing herself toward him, toward more of the feeling. She gasped at the cool air that rushed onto the fevered tip as his mouth left her nipple, but the sensation was buried as he assaulted the other one. She lost track of time, of space, simply gathered her body into the pleasure, fully moaning now, almost screaming with need. And then he stopped.
“Did you like that?” He massaged her breasts, his mouth hovering inches from hers. Her eyes widened as they held his.
“You do like to play rough.”
She didn’t answer. She knew his face. Couldn’t figure out where from, but she knew it, the harsh planes of it, the straight line of his nose, the stubborn jaw, the mocking twist of that sensual mouth. She could feel his breath, warm, ragged. And he moved in, rubbing his lips over hers, keeping the pace frustratingly slow and she tried to hold on to thought and simply couldn’t. His hands moved to her ass now, squeezed, pressed her closer. The hot bulge of his cock pressed against her, and she felt her pussy cream in response. She moaned into his mouth and he pulled away.
His hands continued to massage her ass cheeks. “The key?”
“Huh?” Damn it, she’d forgotten all about it.
With his lips above hers, their breaths mingled as he spoke. “The sequence.” He kissed her again, lightly this time.
“I…” Think, damn it. “I don’t have it.” Lame, but it will have to do.
“Try again.” A kiss followed, hotter, more brutal. A hand slipped under her pants, caressed her naked ass, the heat of it delicious against her flesh. She struggled to place his face, those harsh high cheekbones, that firm mouth with its full lower lip. She’d seen him, touched him. Her sick lustcrazed mind simply wouldn’t compute.
Chapter Two
