Operation: Thrustmaster (Rock Hardin: Agent of A.S.S. Book 1) by Alana Melos Read Free Book Online Page A

and not coming. He longed to just bury himself in her; each motion wrung him out, making him quiver and tremble.  
          As he came down from his climax, his cock sore and aching from the overuse, too sensitive now from the orgasm, he saw S’s flesh tremble, and she screamed as she came. Her free hand worked her breasts, pinching her own nipples through the leather suit as M relentlessly kept licking her pussy, getting every drop, every bit of pleasure out of her Mistress as she could. Rock withdrew quickly from M and, even though it still felt wrong to him, he socked S as hard as he could, knocking her out as she came.  
          M jerked up, and he fell back, taking her in a sleeper hold. As she fell unconscious, he eased Slave M gently to the ground, and brushed a kiss over her temple. “Thank you,” he whispered, then wasted no more time in getting dressed, and dashing out to resume his mission. He remembered his knife, but only barely. Rock thought he was lucky to remember to put his boots on, hopping from one foot to another in his haste to catch up with LeMarchand and Cynthia.  
          The next room was clear of people, and he moved through the lavishly decorated place quickly, looking for the way out. As he ran past another window, movement caught his eye… a car, heading down the road towards the plains. He’d have to be quick to catch them. Hardin raced ahead, trying to find the way out...or better yet, the way to the garage.  
          Most structures had a sort of uniformity to them which helped him find the front door. He burst outside, and looked back at the house in which he’d been held. To the far side, a garage stood, and Rock closed the distance. When he reached for the side door to the carport, the door opened before he could touch it, and Petite stood there. Her mouth dropped open, and she stood there for a moment, as if trying to process what she was seeing.  
         “ Surprised to see me, sweetheart?” he asked, then rushed her, slamming her against the door, and scanning the garage. Seeing no one else, he focused his attention on her. She slammed her knee up into his groin, and he released her, taking a step back as pain surged through him. Petite dodged into the garage as he groped after her. She reached for her purse and before he could stop her, pulled a gun.  
         “ Very,” she said, her voice and her hands trembling. Rock tried to straighten up, to stand taller so as to intimidate her, but the pain radiating throughout his groin made it a difficult task indeed. “Don’t!”  
          Rock raised both of his hands. “I’m not,” he said, making his voice smooth and even. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to save her.”  
         “ It’s too late,” she said. “They’re going to be on the plane to--” Realizing what she was saying, Petite cut the words off. “You’re too late.”  
         “ It’s never too late,” he said soothingly. With great care, he took a step forward, sliding his foot so as not to spook her. “I know you’re confused… you don’t want to do this.” Petite shook the gun at him, and he stopped where he was. “You’re not a killer.”  
          Petite never took her eyes off of him. “You don’t know me,” she said, a pleading tone in her voice. “Don’t make me do this.”  
         “ You’re not a killer,” he said again, reaffirming what he surmised about her. “You’re just in over your head. I can help you. I can get you out.”  
          She shook her head, tears beginning to slip down her cheeks. “You can’t. You don’t know them.”  
         Rock eased forward another step, and began ever so slowly to reach for the gun. “I know you ,” he said, voice soft, almost whispering the words. “You could have killed me a dozen times over… but you didn’t. You chose to delay me instead. Just give me the gun, Petite. I promise everything will be