For My Master by Suz deMello

leaped to his feet and
hauled her upright.
    They ran.

Chapter Six
     
    Despite Ross’ jacket, Kathie’s skin chilled in the cool
night air. Worse, running in her high, pointed shoes was a devil-devised
torture. By the time they reached a main road, her toes throbbed with pain.
    He flagged down a taxi. “ Hotel Camino Real, por favor ,”
he told the driver before leaning back in the seat and closing his eyes.
    She took off her shoes and rubbed her feet, moaning with
relief. If Ross continued to enslave her— please, God!— she hoped he
wouldn’t insist upon high heels and pointy-toed shoes.
    Euphoria stole over her. They’d succeeded beyond their
craziest dreams. Not only had they destroyed El Silencio’ s drug and
weapon stash, but by luck alone, that bastard and his evil whelps were dead.
Without the old man and his family, their drug empire would crumble.
    The taxi halted in front of the hotel and Ross exited. He
helped her out before paying the driver. Holding her arm, he guided her to the
entrance, saying, “Kathie, I don’t want to attract too much attention, so stay
here, okay?”
    She slipped into the shadows near glass double doors. When
Ross returned, he gave her a tired smile before escorting her into the hotel,
room key in hand. Huddling into Ross’ jacket, she hoped she’d remain
inconspicuous in the brightly lit lobby, which, fortunately, was deserted
except for a couple of bellmen.
    Their room had a king-sized bed and a bathroom sheathed in
white marble. She appreciated the fact that Ross had taken her to a five-star
hotel to recuperate from the most frightening mission of her career.
    Tugging at his tie, Ross went over to the cube-style
refrigerator. “Let’s drink the entire contents of the minibar.”
    “Sounds good to me. After I shower.”
    He glanced at her. “Yeah, what’s with the mud, Belmont?”
    So he’d returned to calling her Belmont. She wasn’t sure she
liked that. “I smeared mud on myself because I was too pale in the moonlight. I
thought we might have to sneak around and I was a little too,
um…attention-grabbing.”
    He headed toward her, his stride purposeful. “Babe, you’d
grab attention dressed in a burlap bag.”
    Nervous, she giggled. “Of course. Who the hell wears
burlap?”
    He took her in his arms, ignoring the dried mud she’d spread
over her chest. “I mean it.”
    His kiss was lush, unhurried. He nibbled on her lower lip,
then sucked it in, and she quivered when he ran his tongue over the sensitized
flesh. He pushed inside, licking, tasting, as though he wanted to memorize her
flavor.
    Without warning, he released her. “Go clean up,” he said.
“I’ll be waiting.”
    She raced to the bathroom and took the fastest shower in the
history of the world. While she had the chance, she examined her body. Her butt
was swollen from the paddling, but the red mark on her breasts had disappeared.
And while Reina’s knife had drawn blood, the cut it had left was minimal.
Kathie sighed with relief.
    When she emerged, finger-combing her damp hair, she saw
Ross, naked, reclining on the bed. He’d pulled down the spread and the covers
so he lay in an expanse of white sheets, his back against a pile of pillows. He
held a tumbler of what looked like Scotch in his hand and had a lazy smile on
his face as he regarded her.
    She hadn’t seen him completely naked before, but her earlier
guess was correct. Ross was hot, beautiful in a masculine way, with a solid
body furred with a modest amount of body hair overlaying golden skin. An
impressive cock was ready for action, lying on his washboard belly.
    He reached out his hand to her. “Come to me.”
    She lay beside him on the big bed and he held the tumbler
against her lips. “Drink.”
    The Scotch’s heat flowed down her throat, forming a fiery
pool in her stomach. Ross tucked her head into the hollow of his shoulder,
cuddling and stroking, his touch slow and mesmerizing. She started to relax,
fall into