Chastity Flame (5 page)

Simon smiled at her. Unlike his
initial predatory grin, there was a genuine warmth to it. "I can
see you doing that. On a white horse with bells and shiny silver
buckles on its bridle."

Chastity sipped her coffee and
regarded him closely. "Maybe that's why I like leather… and straps
and buckles."

His intake of breath was audible.
Chastity kicked off her shoes and crossed her legs, resting them on
the stool in front of her that was padded with the same hideously
orange upholstery. "You have such lovely calves," Simon said, his
tone now slightly uncertain, yet gaining strength. "I could
certainly see you as a circus acrobat on horseback, those strong
legs lifting you to incredible heights."

Chastity stretched her legs, pointing
the toes and then relaxing them again. "And what would you do with
these legs in your hands?" she asked him, turning her amber eyes on
his gaze unswervingly.

He was warming to the challenge rather
quickly though. "I would start with the toes, yes, I'm sure of
that," he said, his eyes caressing what his hands were denied. His
voice lowered in both tone and register. "I would start with your
toes in my mouth, happy to suck each one and enjoy the salty savor
of them. And then I would run each fingertip along the muscles of
your calf, needing to feel the interplay of the flexing tendons. I
would caress your knees until I was sure I had memorized their
shape. Only then would I consider your thighs. All right so
far?"

Chastity nodded, her expectations
already exceeded.

"Your thighs," he continued, "would be
a special assault. Clearly, they are soft and well cared for, but
you are a woman who keeps an active life, so they are well
disciplined and strong. That must be admired and acknowledged.
Hands would not be enough. It would be necessary to employ the
mouth and lips as well."

"Of course," Chastity murmured,
wondering if the toilets on the train were really any better than
those on an airplane, but content for now to slump in her chair and
listen to the seductive words of this would-be milkman.

"I can almost feel the velvety
softness of your thighs, so warm under my fingers, so sweet to my
lips. I press my teeth into the skin just to know how tender the
flesh would be, not enough to hurt." His voice was even and low,
but Chastity could see a flush of warmth on his cheek while he
stared at her legs. If she reached over now, how hard would he be?
She longed to find out, but it wouldn’t do to get nicked for public
indecency when she was on the job, so to speak.

"Do you shave?" he asked, staring
intently at her crotch.

Chastity was about to answer when a
knot of businessmen chattered by. When quiet returned, she said,
"No, all natural."

Simon nodded, stroking his chin as he
filled in the picture in his mind. "I want to run my fingers
through the hair, feeling the wiry texture, pulling a little, not
too hard," he looked up at her face to gauge her reaction, then
continuing, "but a good tug."

"And then?" Chastity felt the need to
prod him along, although she could feel how damp her knickers were
already and resisted the urge to wiggle around in her
seat.

"Then I'd have to push your legs
apart, as far as they will go, because I would have to see you up
close. I'd want my nose right down there to inhale your perfume, my
fingers ready to thrust inside you once I was absolutely sure that
you were good and wet for me."

"I am," Chastity said, breathless,
smiling.

"Good," Simon continued, allowing
himself a small smile, "then I would start with my tongue to get a
good taste of you. I'd suck your clit, of course, but I'd want to
see how deeply my tongue could probe you, how much of your honey
could smear my face. Only then would I slip a couple of fingers
inside you, seeking out that sweet spot, but too greedy to try for
long. No, I'd have to slip a third finger in, a fourth, my whole
fist, chugging up against your womb until you were screaming with
pleasure as I sucked on your little bud, until you were helpless
with the sensation."

"I think I could come right now just
by leaning forward," Chastity said in a hoarse whisper. It was
true, yet she detained the movement to see what he would say
next.

He paused, however, then said, "We'll
be pulling into the station in a few minutes."

Chastity looked out the window. The
rolling Belgian countryside had given way to suburbs without her
noticing it. Now that they were almost in the station, she wished
they had a little more time. She was enjoying this game, one she
had not played in a very long time. "Pity," was all she
said.

"Where are you staying?"

She considered. It was probably no
risk to tell him. He had no idea, surely. "Be Manos."

He nodded. "Hotel Ibis. However," he
smiled, "I could easily make a change."

Chastity considered for a moment. If
they had wanted her to work immediately, no doubt Monitor would
have called already. She could always bow out if business called
anyway. This one could be interesting. "Why not? I think it would
be preferable to relax a little before turning to
business."

Simon stood up, gathering his
briefcase which seemed to be his only luggage, leaning down to
offer her his hand, which gave him a chance to whisper, "You will
come ten times before I enter you. You will not be
disappointed."

"I expect nothing less," Chastity said
crisply, though she couldn't help but smile with pleasure. Indeed,
as they both checked into Be Manos—he with an explanation of his
canceled reservations at their rival, she receiving a manila folder
with information that she surreptitiously examined—he seemed
relaxed yet expectant. In the elevator up to their floor—how
convenient they were on the same level—he knelt to run his hand up
her leg gently while Chastity watched him in the mirror overhead.
Simon stopped short of any intimate trespass, content to whisk his
hand along her lower cheek under the skirt as the elevator stopped.
He held out his hand to allow her to take the lead, but once out of
the car, she gestured for him to lead the way. She did not want him
in her room. There was likely no need to worry, but old habits died
hard.

Simon walked confidently to his room,
let them both in and dropped his case carelessly. Chastity knew she
had at least two hours before the rendezvous, so let herself
indulge. "Where shall I sit?"

True to his word, Chastity came at
least ten times before he entered her. In fact, she came ten times
before he began fisting her, his tongue providing enthusiastic
stimulation that left her gasping with pleasure as she climaxed
over and over, her fingers twined in his immaculately trimmed hair.
When at last she sank back on the still-made bed, he grinned up at
her, his face and hand shiny with her juices.

"That was wonderful," she sighed.
"What can I do for you?"

Simon pulled out a condom from his
pocket. "May I take you from behind?"

"Yes, of course." She made a gesture
to remove her skirt—her panties had already been tossed across the
room—but he demurred, telling her to leave it on. He grabbed a
couple of the pillows from the head of the bed for her to lean upon
and Chastity bent over them, feeling warm and tingly. Simon used
her position to allow his hands to roam across her ass, admiring
the fullness of her cheeks with evident pleasure. "So lovely," he
repeated, "so lovely."

Chastity was so relaxed by this gentle
massage that it was a surprise when he suddenly thrust inside her,
deeply penetrating to her depths, which made him groan with
delight. "Oh fuck," he said simply. "Oh fuck." And, suiting action
to word, Simon sawed into her with a fury, his amazing control
evident in the time over which he lasted despite the furious
movements, finally coming with a great shudder just as Chastity
moved to massage her clit, trying to join him in the moment, but he
was already there. Ever the gentleman, he continued to pump into
her until she came yet again, though she could feel him
softening.

"Welcome to Brussels," Chastity said,
turning to kiss Simon as he withdrew. It was a good kiss, full of
savor and delight.

"If I were a younger man," Simon
began, but ended with a wry smile.

"I have to go anyway," Chastity said.
"Duty calls."

"Well, you know where I am," Simon
said, helping her on with her jacket. "I'll be here all
week."

"I may just take you up on that,"
Chastity said. After all, it was possible.

Simon bent over to retrieve her
discarded knickers. "May I . . .?"

She grinned. Why not? "Yes, of course.
My pleasure."

"Indeed," Simon said, holding the
treasure to his nose. "Indeed."

Chastity smiled all the way back to
her room. Brussels was a wonderful city. But now it was time to
prepare for her rendezvous and a fresh pair of knickers seemed the
very least of the requirements. After taking stock of her packed
items, on a hunch she decided to go for a casual ensemble, jeans
and a favorite black sweater. Simple, yet functional, it allowed
her to blend in as much as possible.

According to the contents of the
folder, a Belgian op would be meeting her at half seven, at A La
Mort Subite. Chastity threw her new phone into a canvas messenger
bag along with some crisp euros and a battered moleskin, then
tossed it over her shoulder and went down to catch a taxi. The
chatty cabby dropped her off in front of the café, right on time.
Stepping inside, Chastity was immediately charmed by the warm
interior, beautiful wooden floors and golden light. She walked
toward the back at an easy pace and saw a young woman about her age
waving energetically.

"Pauline! Pauline!
Ici
!" the woman called,
rising from her seat to greet Chastity with a kiss on either cheek.
"I'm so happy you could come out tonight after all."

Up close, the woman looked a
little older than she had thought, with fine laugh lines etched
into her lightly freckled face, which had a kind of elfin
impishness. After Chastity sat down across from her, the woman
called out to the waiter, "
Garçon! Deu
Grimbergen Blondes, s'il vous plaît.
"
Although her French was impeccable, Chastity thought she caught an
undercurrent of Flemish as the woman continued to chatter away
animatedly until the waiter brought their beers.

Abruptly, the tone changed. Although
still charming, the woman became all business. "I'm supposed to get
you into a hacker's meeting tonight. Your target has been invited
to share some of his exploits and we may be able to make contact
there. I hope you like the beer," she added.

"I love Grimbergen, although I'm
partial to the dark. What shall I call you?"

"Amélie." She shrugged as if names
were as disposable as drinks.

"Do we have time for an omelet before
we must go, Amélie?"

"
D'accord
! Oh, yes. They have the most
wonderful food here," Amélie scanned the menu herself and sighed
over various choices until finally she gestured for the waiter
again, who snapped to attention as if she were a commanding
general. Chastity marveled at her natural authority.

Complimented on it, after the waiter
scurried away with their orders, Amélie laughed. "I have always
been rather small, you know? People tended to overlook me. One day
I decided I had had enough and began to change my attitude. I was
for a time, perhaps, a little too demanding, but now I seem to be
able to balance things better. I do not get out my cricket bat
unless I really need it."

Chastity laughed and Amélie grinned at
her. "I bet you have no trouble getting service in any
restaurant—or anywhere else for that matter. You are a very
striking woman, even when you are trying not to be
noticed."

It was Chastity's turn to smile. "You
are too kind."

"Observant," Amélie said, frankly
meeting Chastity's gaze. "You garnered several glances as you
walked through the café and, up close, your eyes are truly
extraordinary. I don't believe I have even seen another pair of
that color. Would you call them gold?"

"Amber," Chastity shrugged, feeling
unaccustomedly embarrassed under Amélie's scrutiny. "Is the meeting
we'll be joining nearby?"

Amélie nodded, allowing the subject to
be changed. "Yes, just a few blocks away. I have badges for us both
that will get us in. It's an informal meeting, but the security is
very tight to keep out corporate types."

"All hackers?"

Amélie shrugged. "Primarily, plus a
few other fringers and pranksters, but some are simply
wannabes."

"I don't know that I'll be able to put
on much of a front. I'm not really all that computer-savvy. I don't
know much more than the basics." Chastity shrugged.

"Not a problem," Amélie said
triumphantly. She reached into the bag next to her and fished out a
laminated pass. "
Voilá
! You are a journalist from an alternative publication in
America. You will probably want to flatter the contact. He's
apparently a big Americophile."