Chapter 14

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

JESSICA

Even though I’m just going to get messy again, I slip into the bathroom and take the minute required to clean off my face. When I come back, Trench waits for me, sitting on the foot of his bed, watching me like he’ll pounce at any moment.

I straddle him, and his cock nudges the plug in my pussy, making me squeeze it tight.

I clench my teeth and close my eyes and set my forehead against his. “If I can’t have you in my pussy, I want you in my ass, Trench.”

If I can’t take him as my own, I want to give him every part of myself that I can.

“I’ll give you anything you want, Jess. Ask, and it’s yours.”

“Good, but…” I reach back and stroke his still hard cock. “I can’t take this yet.”

He shakes his head. “No, I don’t think trying is a good idea either.”

I lean close and whisper, “Check under your pillow.”

His brow ridge arches and he stands, lifting me up with him as he goes around to the side of the bed. His teeth graze my neck a moment before he juggles me and tosses me onto the bed again, and I can’t help but snort as I bounce. Maybe I shouldn’t have let that slip.

He pulls his pillow away, tossing it to the floor and unveiling the options.

“Margot really did go out of her way.”

“She’s in the business of pleasure. And she’s good at it.”

There are a line of toys—I’ve arranged them by girth—and Trench picks up the thickest one first, studying it.

“You’re the final size,” I tell him, slipping my hands around both and feeling the difference. “I don’t think we’re going to get there today though.”

“No,” he agrees. “We won’t.”

He picks the smallest one up. “In fact, you only get this one today.”

I pout at him, but he shakes his head. “I will give you everything you want, Jess. But this is going to take time. And you’re going to have to give me that.”

“Fine.” I square my shoulders and pretend to glare at him. “But I’m only going to be patient for so long.”

“I know.” He tips my head back and kisses me. “I won’t make you wait any longer than I have to.”

My hand trails down his stomach, and I grasp his cock again, stroking, imagining it inside of me, watching his face…

“It’s for science,” I say, even though by now, both of us know it’s a lie.

The way I want to see his brow ridges pinch has nothing to do with science. The way I want to lick the dark bead of cum off of him and call it a collection method is scientifically unsound.

This isn’t for science. This is for me. And it’s for him.

He turns me around, picking me up and placing me on the bed on my hands and knees.

“Remind me to look up the definition of ‘science’ again, later. I may have missed one of the options.”

I bury my face in the bedding and laugh, flicking the clit vibrator on.

Exhaling at the sound of the lube cap snapping open, I remind myself to breathe and relax as the cool, slick liquid flows onto me. Anticipation edges my nerves higher.

Pressure.

Small and bright, that point of pressure steals my focus. I breathe through it, knowing it’s only a finger, and the starting point is larger still.

Trench works me open, coaxing me with fingers and lube and softly spoken words.

And when he switches to the smallest of the implements Margot sent along, I’m very glad he laid down the one-only rule this time.

Hubris will too often lead to harm—even my own.

“Still okay?”

I nod against the bedding, but nothing happens.

Use your words, Jess.

“Yes.” It’s a breathy affirmative, but it was what he needed.

He eases into me, further and further. Slowly.

There’s pain, yes. But it’s not like what I vaguely remember from the last time I was in this position.

His hand smooths down my spine and he hushes me, softly.

I hadn’t noticed the moan slipping from my throat.

“I love the sounds you make, Jess.” His hand goes to the back of my neck, holding me down. “But only when they’re happy sounds.”

His thumb strokes my jaw. “Was that a happy sound?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

He leans down over me, caging me with his body. “Did you notice these have suction cups too?”

He thrusts his hips, and I draw in a sharp breath. Eyes wide, I look at the vague reflection of our bodies in the window.

“I didn’t. But I’m glad.”

He fucks me in long, slow strokes, getting me used to this size until he can use it the way I know he would use his cock.

That is what makes my eyes roll as he fucks me.

His cock grazes the plug with each stroke, his fingers digging the vibrator into me harder, and I fist my hands in the sheets.

When I come, it’s like the whole world is undone.

But I know it’s just me who is unraveled.

TRENCH

Jess comes, dropping to the mattress, and I rise up, jerking off until I’m close enough. It takes no prodding at all to get her to turn. We play out the familiar scene. Mouth wide, she watches me as my dark cum fills her and spills over the sides of her lips.

She collects one more sample, and we collapse beside each other on my completely wrecked bed.

“You’re very good at that,” she says, snuggling close, and I hold her to me, wishing I never had to let her go.

“I have an incentive to be good.”

She lets me hold her for over an hour before she tries to stir, and I carry her to the bathroom, filling the tub as she takes care of the things that can’t be avoided afterward.

She lets me hold her in the hot water as it cycles through two refills while we both doze.

But as soon as we’re dressed and back downstairs, she abandons me for her data.

And I can’t blame her.

I sit quietly by and wait for her to tell me she needs something.

Eventually, she does.

“I need samples from other members of the brotherhood.” Jess purses her lips and looks away. “Preferably unbonded.”

“Okay. Most of them go to Margot’s.” I can tell Drift at the next meeting.

“I might need a sample from your brother.”

I grimace before I can stop myself.

“I don’t want it, but…” She sits down beside me. “I’m pretty sure I’ve isolated what causes the bond.”

“That’s good. Right?”

“Yes?” I pull her into my lap and she presses her lips together… trying not to smile?

“It’s all your fault.”

She calls up images of the microscope slides. The samples are stained, but there are a number of tiny, vibrant purple specks among the other elements in the sample that have been circled. She flips to another one with no circles.

“How is this my fault?”

“I’ve run Biuret tests on about a quarter of the samples so far.” She points to the screen and clicks back. “This first is from a man who’s already bonded, which makes me think that mated pairs kind of rebond every time.”

“Wouldn’t that mean that the women at Margot’s risk bonding to other men as well?”

“I would think so, but if that had happened, I feel like Margot would have mentioned it?”

“I do too.”

“The second is an unbonded Sian who regularly sees the woman who collected his sample.”

“Okay.”

“This is a guy who I’ve been told doesn’t want to be bonded, he goes to Margot’s to get laid, not to fulfill any Agency requirements.”

There aren’t any circled elements.

“That’s… strange.”

“I think that your bodies only create the bonding protein when you want to seal the bond.”

“Oh.” I look at her and I already know what I’m about to see. “How bad is it?”

She flips to the next image and there aren’t any circles here, either. The image makes me wince. Partially because the violet glow is bright enough it stings, but also because there is no space on the slide that doesn’t glow.

“I can’t say I’m surprised.” I smile, even though it pains me. “But I think that might prove your theory.”

“Your earlier samples have less, which makes me think your body is producing more and more the longer I torture you.”

“You aren’t torturing me.”

She gives me a look that says she doesn’t believe me.

“It’s why I need samples from other members of the brotherhood and your actual brother. I need to see if this is a them thing, a you thing… or an us thing.”

“Of course.” Brushing my thumbs along her jaw, I tip her head back so that I can kiss her. “I told you. I’ll give you anything you need.”