Tom's Trial Ch. 10

Agent Elizabeth Washington, aka Anna POV

I was sitting in the safehouse going over Emery's known locations and trying to decide on the best place to make my move on him. If I knew anything about him, I would only have to show up somewhere he was and he would do the rest. My interactions with nearly every other man I'd seen or spoken to over the last couple days only confirmed this idea.

Just as I was lamenting the fact that I might have to pretend to take an interest in golf to catch his attention, I got a text from Richardson letting me know that the target was leaving his house. I'd been keeping myself presentable on the off chance this exact thing happened, so I jumped up and hid away my work computer before changing into an outfit I hoped would do the trick.

I freshened up my hair and makeup before I got in my borrowed car and headed into town. I still wasn't sure where exactly he was going, but my partner would keep me updated on his location. He ended up at a home goods store with his two 'girlfriends', that could pose a problem, but I had to at least give it a try. My job was to embed myself in his circle, so I couldn't let their presence deter me.

When I walked past the realtor's white BMW in the parking lot, I felt a twinge of jealousy at her obvious wealth. But that didn't matter, Emery's other woman was an employee at an electronics store, he didn't care about that, only that I was attractive, which I now very much was. I'd been given all the tools to complete this assignment. And I would.

I entered the store and realized I'd almost missed him, as he was loading his purchases up on the counter when I walked by. That wasn't good, I'd hoped to bump into him in an aisle and strike up a conversation. I strutted by with all the sex appeal I could muster and hoped it would be enough to catch his attention before I turned a corner.

If I had to double back to keep him in sight that wouldn't look very natural. I was standing at a shelf pretending to look at coffee mugs when I saw Miss Abrams point in my direction. It had worked! They were sending him after me. According to the files, and video tape I'd seen of both women, they were just as likely as Emery to be interested in my appearance.

I felt butterflies in my stomach as the target began to approach me, something that was very common when making first contact with a mark. Though it felt a little... different this time. I pushed those thoughts down just as he came around the corner and smiled at me.

Here we go. I'm Anna, I mentally repeated to myself one last time.

"Hi," he smiled warmly. "I don't do this too often," he lied. "But I just thought you were gorgeous and knew I'd kick myself if I didn't at least come and talk to you."

"Those other two I just saw you with don't mind?" I asked pointedly. God damn it! Flirt with him, I chided myself. "I mean..."

"No, that's fair," he nodded. "Those two are my girlfriends," I was dumbfounded that he would admit that. "And they also thought you were beautiful. I'm Tom, by the way."

"Anna," at least I got that right. "So you're... what? Two women isn't enough for you, Tom?" Fuck! I was fucking up, why couldn't I control myself? Maybe I was subconsciously trying to force him to control me? He was so much better looking in person. NO! Focus.

"It's not that at all," he chuckled. "We just have a special kind of relationship, one where I'm free to pursue anyone I want, as long as I'm not dishonest with them about it."

"So it's an open relationship," I nodded and forced myself to smile, though it wasn't that hard with him looking at me so intently. "I hear that's quite popular these days."

"Would you like to grab a drink and I'll tell you all about it?" he offered. "Maybe you'll learn something interesting."

"Trying to add me to your stable?" I grinned. Yes, finally. Flirting. "You think I'd make the cut?"

"I'd be a fool to not at least consider it," he smiled.

"You know what?" I put the mug I was holding back on the shelf. "Let's go, this is way more interesting than overpriced ceramics."

"McGregor's?" he gestured to a nearby pub. "Good music, good food, good company?"

"Sounds good," I laughed. Nailed it.

We made chit chat as we walked down the sidewalk in the shopping center to the bar he'd suggested. I slyly glanced at Richardson in the van nearby, comforted that he was keeping a close eye on me.

Emery opened the door for me and followed me into the dimly lit pub. I felt a hint of my real personality seep through as I looked around at all the other beautiful women here. This was what the guys would call 'a target rich environment'. I would need to work to ensure Emery's focus stayed on me.

"What's your poison?" he asked as he gestured for me to have a seat at a corner table. I did note that he gestured for me to sit in the chair nearest the door, leaving himself in the corner. Was this a move meant to make sure I didn't feel trapped? Or was he already playing me?

"Seabreeze," I smiled.

"Coming right up," he nodded and stepped up to the bar. While his back was turned, I quickly swallowed a capsule meant to prevent me from getting drunk, losing control of myself would be a huge mistake if I was to fool him into thinking I was under his control.

"Here you go," he put both drinks on the table a moment later and gestured for me to pick one. Another play?

"You're having the same?" I grinned. "Not a very manly drink," I teased him.

"Even less manly to be concerned with what other people think of what I'm drinking," he replied. Okay, that was good.

"So," I picked up one of the drinks. "Tell me about this interesting relationship of yours."

"It's still pretty new," he admitted as he took the other glass. "But essentially both girls are into women as well, so it's more of a triangle than a me with each of them."

"As well as you with others?" I arched my eyebrow. "They're okay with that?"

"They're more than okay with it," he nodded. "I wouldn't ever try to keep anything from them, they're too important to me for that." That was an interesting statement. I wondered how true it was.

"Do they have the same freedom?" I asked. "Or is this all for your benefit?"

"They're free to do as they please," he replied. "Though if what they're pleased to do involves a man other than me, I'm completely uninterested in continuing with the relationship."

"So this is for your benefit?" I challenged him.

"It sounds like you should be interviewing them," he smiled and took a sip of his drink. "They'd love that."

"Maybe I will," I grinned. "Round two, perhaps."

"Are you interested in other women?" he asked. Jumping right in.

"I... somewhat," I admitted. "Though never in practice."

He smiled again, obviously pleased to hear that. "So tell me something about you, Anna," he gestured toward me. "What do you like to do?"

"I like the water," I pointed at a picture of a woman waterskiing on the wall beside us. I saw him make a mental note of that fact. That was kind of impressive. "What about you, what do you like to do? Apart from the obvious?" I grinned.

"I love to play pool, and I've recently gotten into golf too, though I'm not very good yet," he replied. "I also love movies and videogames to a lesser extent."

"Work?" I asked.

"I was recently in marketing," he said. "I've very recently made a career change, but to say more than that will come off as bragging, so I'll hold off on that until we know each other better." That was interesting, what lie was he going to tell me, I wondered. "What about you, what do you do?"

"I'm currently in retail, but I'm a talented chef, so I'm hoping to move into that full time if I can find the right opportunity," I replied mostly honestly. "Need a personal chef?" I grinned.

"Yes, but since I'm hitting on you I would probably go in another direction," he smiled. "In case if works out, or in case it doesn't."

"Not gonna sleep with the help?" I laughed. "Probably a smart move."

"I've thought about going with all men for that reason," he chuckled. "But there are fewer male housekeepers than you'd think."

"Gotta be one or two around," I smiled.

"Let me know if you find any," he grinned.

We talked for a good while and nothing I did was working. He just wasn't going to try to control me it seemed. I kept challenging him and he just kept rising to it. I eventually had to use the restroom and excused myself for a moment. I came back slowly, watching from around the corner as another woman approached him at our table. A sharp pang of jealousy shot through me and it was all I could do to not go stake my claim.

Tom was mine. My target, that is. Yes, he was my target. My assignment.

The slut was walking away defeated when I made it back to our table. "Who was that?" I teased. "Backup plan?"

"No," he shook his head. "She'd had a bit too much to drink, so I advised her to get an UBER and go home." I looked over at the attempted interloper, and sure enough, she was on her phone at that very moment. Could he have been being honest?

"Speaking of?" I grinned. "How are you getting home, Mister?"

"Also an UBER," he replied. "Same as you."

"Presumptuous much?" I smiled. I did want him though. I mean, ah, fuck it. He was so hot! And I hadn't been with a man in forever, and it was my job, and...

"Whether we leave together or not, we've both been drinking," he clarified. "I can't let you drive home now. I'll pay for it. Even if you want to go home alone right now." I wasn't expecting to hear that. Though his parents were killed when his father drove drunk, killing both himself and his mother when he was a teenager, so it makes sense that he would have strong feelings against drunk driving.

"No," I decided to quit fucking around. "We're going together. Want to go now, or?"

"Yes," he nodded. "Before either of us gets too drunk." Was he worrying about me consenting? I had no idea who the fuck this guy was. He was nothing like his file had led me to believe. I'd given him every opportunity to try to mind control me, I'd teased and challenged him constantly. I'd wiggled my ass as I walked to the bathroom, kind of hoping he would follow me.

But nothing worked. He was doing it the old-fashioned way. He was actually trying. So I'd let him succeed. We both wanted it, and I was specifically chosen for it, so why continue playing games?

Our UBER finally got to the pub and he opened the door for me and didn't even expect me to scoot over for him. He just went around to the other side and opened his own door. I couldn't wait anymore and kissed him on the way to my safehouse. He was a great kisser too.

"Watch the road please," he said to the driver. His statement felt powerful. He'd just given a command! The man in the front seat didn't dare to take his eyes off the road for the remainder of the ride. That was an incredible power, so why hadn't he used it on me?

Tom stayed in the car for a moment after I'd gotten out and said something else to the driver. I didn't hear it, but the man obviously replied 'Okay' to whatever he'd said. "What was that about?" I asked as we walked to my front door.

"I just gave him a tip and a reminder to drive more carefully in the future," he replied nonchalantly. "No big deal."

We didn't talk much more as he put his hands on my hips as I unlocked the door and led him inside. I hate to admit this, but I was on fire by the time we'd made it back. I turned around and put my arms around his neck and he instantly pulled me into another kiss.

His hands felt amazing as he groped me and expertly pushed my buttons with all the confidence of a man who'd slept with almost a dozen women over the same number of days. A moan deeper than I'd intended escaped my lips as he spun me around and kissed my neck while he opened my blouse.

"What do you want me to do?" I was begging him to give me a command.

"Enjoy yourself," came his reply. But it lacked the weight of what he'd said earlier.

My shirt hit the floor, followed soon after by my skirt and I reached behind me to feel him. He was hard, very hard and I had to see it in person. I turned around and began to undo his belt when he smiled and took my hands. "Which way to your room?"

"In here," I practically dragged him down the hall and into the tiny bedroom in this apartment.

I was on the bed in an instant and he peeled off his shirt, revealing a torso muscular enough to be mistaken for that of an Olympic athlete. He was super fit now, his transformation had done him every bit as much good as it had me. "Oh god," I whimpered.

He moved over me and slipped his fingers into the band of the sexy thong I'd bought just for this occasion. He slipped it off me and I knew it had to be soaked. I went to move toward him but he effortlessly held me down and finally, fucking finally he touched my enflamed pussy. I felt like a bolt of lightning had struck me when his tongue finally swiped through my lips.

I couldn't remember the last time I had been this uncontrollably turned on. Embarrassingly, I came only seconds into it when he sucked on my clit and flicked it with his nimble tongue. Apparently, that first one wasn't enough for him as he pawed at my breasts while he continued his oral adventure. Jesus, this guy was a fucking expert, as he had me on the edge again seemingly instantly.

I had to assert some level of control over the situation. "Let me suck your cock," I said in a much breathier voice than I'd intended. His dark eyes sparkled from below my mound as he gave me one last passionate kiss on my most sensitive area. He obviously loved eating pussy, and I sighed happily knowing I would get to enjoy this pleasure much more in the future.

He stood up and I nearly ripped his pants off to get to what I knew was an impressive cock. I flopped down on my stomach on the bed and gripped it with both hands and immediately began to suck on the head. I'd originally planned to tease him a bit, but he'd poured gasoline on that plan and set it ablaze along with my throbbing pussy.

He was fucking massive, I could hold it with both hands and still suck on a few inches. He groaned in appreciation and began to play with my long hair. I felt so proud to be making him feel as good as he had me only moments ago. I lathered his member with my saliva as it throbbed in my hands and mouth. He really wanted me!

I cupped his heavy balls and caressed them lightly as I worked as much of his length into my mouth as I could. His hands never left my hair, but he didn't try to force himself down my throat, something any woman would appreciate. "You are fucking gorgeous," he told me. I moaned at the compliment and paid it back by licking and kissing every speck of skin of his wonderful cock and balls.

"Will you fuck me now?" I barely recognized my own begging voice as I looked up at this pillar of masculinity. "Please fuck me, Tom."

He nodded and the joy and anticipation I felt was incredible and I couldn't get turned around fast enough. I loved it from behind and he gave no argument as I slid myself back toward him. I knew the drill, I pressed my chest to the uncomfortable mattress and arched my back, presenting myself to him in the most vulnerable way I possibly could.

"Beautiful," he repeated as his powerfully strong hand gripped my toned ass cheek. I felt another jolt as he teased my opening with the head of his thick cock.

"Oh god," I moaned. "Do it," I begged. "Fuck me."

The feeling of being penetrated for the first time is nearly indescribable, especially by a man like this. It's like being torn open in the most satisfying way imaginable. The groan he let out as he buried what felt like the tip of a baseball bat inside me let me know that he wanted me just as much as I wanted to be taken.

"Oh fuuuuuck!" for some reason I cannot fathom, I was fighting cumming instantly. He already knew I'd be his from the moment I came five seconds into him licking me. Cumming before he'd even stroked into me once would only confirm it. But he was in so deep! Fuck, he was huge. "Oh my god, you're so deep," I couldn't have stopped myself from saying that if I'd tried.

But really, there was no need to hold back. I was multi-orgasmic. He'd find out if he could manage to last more than two minutes, which from jealously watching hours of surveillance video, I knew very well he would. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" I exploded after only a dozen strokes. Each felt a little deeper than the last, and I wasn't even sure if he was all the way in yet.

He knew exactly what to do, which was not change a thing. He kept the same pace and force, fucking me through that orgasm and right into another one. He felt so good inside me, his hands on my ass felt so possessive. I loved it and began to match his strokes. I wanted to feel him fill me, no, I needed it. "Fuck me!" I moaned as I threw it back. "Fuck me, Tom."

And he did, he gripped me tightly and began to slam into me with a speed and force I'd never felt before. He lasted so much longer than anyone else I'd ever been with. As I'd hoped for, I came multiple times before he did, and I knew I'd be a puddle by the time it was over. "I'm gonna cum," he politely let me know with enough time to move away if I wanted.

But I didn't want to. "In me! Cum in me!" I pleaded. The grip he had on my waist grew even tighter and he filled me up just as I'd asked. The flood of warmth set me off again and I spasmed uncontrollably that time. I was thankful I was face down or I might have looked ridiculous as that last orgasm washed over me.

I felt in intense swell of pride when I heard the animalistic growl he let out as he doused my womb with his warm cum. I flexed my lower muscles, trying to keep him inside me for as long as possible. He patted my ass and I could hear his smile as he told me, "Very nice, Anna. You're amazing."

I felt completely hollow as he pulled out of me and laid down on my rock-hard bed. Even though I wanted to do what I'd seen his other women do, the thing I knew he loved, I used my last bit of strength and crawled up beside him before collapsing nearly on top of him.

"You're fucking amazing," I replied completely honestly. "Fuck, that was a masterclass."

"Ready to schedule your next lesson?" he smiled. Fuck yes I was.

"Maybe," I grinned.

Just as I'd hoped, the next round began only minutes later, though it was a completely different experience. I climbed on top of him and rode him slowly for a long time while his hands and eyes explored every inch of my new body. I'd never before been looked at with the pure lust and carnal desire he was showing for me. And it was extremely intoxicating.

He let me ride him until I'd had two more orgasms and then fluidly flipped us over and I shuddered at the feeling of his weight on top of me. His lips crushed mine while our tongues danced and my hands explored the muscles of his back as he passionately fucked me until he came inside me for the second time, causing me to cum yet again.

Phew, I'd really been missing out. But I had three months. Three months where it was literally my job to be taken by him. Three months I would greatly enjoy if the last hour was any indication.

"So, now that we're done with the beginning and ending of the date," he grinned. "How about we do the middle part. Order pizza and watch a movie?"

"I'm so glad you said that, I'm starving," I replied.

The pizza was okay, and I have no idea about the movie because we made out like a couple of teenagers the entire time. I tried to keep reminding myself that I was supposed to be doing a job, but that job was to get to know what kind of man Emery was. And so far, he'd treated everyone around him with respect, and me like a queen. It was difficult not to like someone like that.

I couldn't stop myself from inviting him to stay the night, and despite the less than luxurious state of my safehouse/apartment, he agreed. We slept together several more times that night and again in the morning before he called a ride to go home. But we did exchange numbers and a promise to meet up again soon.

Success! Step one was done and I was on my way to being invited to be one of his girls, I thought.

I turned on the shower and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked extremely satisfied, which I honestly was. And I looked hot, so much better than what I'd been before, he'd have to be crazy not to want me. Wait, again that sounded much more conceited than my normal self. I had to be careful not to lose my actual personality during all this.

After my shower I sat down to type up my report on our initial meeting. I left out the more sordid details of course, my superiors knew what this assignment entailed, I didn't need to spell out exactly what we did. I was just glad there were no cameras in the bedroom.

Tom POV

I got home the next morning just in time to kiss Tricia goodbye before she left for her office. "I can see how good of a time you had," she smiled. "Don't you dare tell Lils what happened without me," she warned with a playfully threatening glare.

"I would never," I agreed and kissed her again. "Have a good day, Sweetness."

"I'm going to have a hard time working knowing what we'll get up to as soon as I get home," she chuckled. "Though I did ask for this."

"I'll make sure it's worth the wait," I promised.

"Mwah!" she placed an exaggerated last kiss on my cheek before sashaying out the door. She was an expert tease, a fact she reveled in reminding me about. And I loved it, so win-win.

Lily joined me in the shower and immediately began to pester me to tell her what happened with Anna. "Come on, Tommy!" she begged. "Tell me!"

"I promised Tricia I'd wait until she got home," I grinned as I groped her. "You know you'd rather hear about it like we did last time."

"I would," she admitted. "At least tell me if the carpet matched the drapes?"

"No carpet," I shook my head. "So I'm not really sure. I do love her red hair though."

"Did you tell her how much you love a little grass on the field?" she asked as she teased me by teasing herself.

"I'll leave that to you girls to discuss," I nodded. "It's not wise to tell a woman how much you like an asset she doesn't have. Plus she was freshly waxed, so I didn't want her to feel like it was a waste."

"So you're planning to see her again?" Lily pressed. "You must like her, not that I can blame you."

"You're the one that wanted me to get her," I reminded her. "Well, I got her. I'll bring her around to play with you two soon."

"Did you have to..." she looked at me very intensely. "You know?"

"First off, I don't look like that," I laughed. I knew that for a fact because I'd mind controlled myself while looking in the mirror. "And secondly, no. I didn't have to, she was interested right away."

"Would you have?" she asked. "I know you've been doing it less and less. Not that you need to," she traced her fingers along the edge of my abs.

"I have no problem using it in certain situations," I explained. "If I just want a quick hookup, or to get a great deal on something."

"AKA free," she grinned. "But go on."

"But what I have with you and Sweets," I held her in my arms. "It wouldn't be worth anything if you hadn't chosen to be with me."

"I love you, Tom," she said as she stared into my eyes. There wasn't a hint of hesitation in her words this time. She meant it.

"And I love you, Lillian," I replied.

"If that's true, I don't ever want to hear that name come out of your mouth again, Thomas," she arched her eyebrow. "But I do."

"Me too," I smiled. She didn't reply, just leaning against me hugging my waist for a long minute. "Come on, let's go make breakfast," I patted her ass.

"Right after I reaffirm my position as the number one girl in your life," she grinned as she slowly sunk down to her knees. She sensuously kissed my chest and stomach as she slid down my body, she was every bit as good at the teasing as Tricia was.

Lily began by kissing the base of my cock, followed by placing small reverent kisses along the shaft as she worked her way to the tip. She took just the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it as she lovingly stared into my eyes. She loved to suck me slowly and let me enjoy the feel of her lips and tongue as she pleasured me. She moaned on my dick as I began to get hard for her.

Her hair was wet, so I couldn't play with it like we both liked, but I still twirled a strand through my fingers while she slid her sucking mouth up and down my cock. She started stroking me while she kissed my balls and not once did she break eye contact with me.

"I'm yours," she declared before sucking my head back into her mouth and rolling her neck around at the same time as she swirled her tongue furiously around the tip of my cock. "I want you to cum on my tits this time," she let me know a moment later. "Mark me."

"Whatever my number one girl wants," I smiled and she really went to work. The slow portion of the blowjob was over and now she moved with a purpose. Her mouth and hand flew up and down my shaft. She massaged my balls and moaned constantly, producing a potent mixture of pleasure for me to handle.

The look of love in her eyes turned to one of pleading and I knew I couldn't hold back on her anymore. "I'm gonna cum, Lils," I groaned. She rammed it down her throat and then jerked me off while she spasmed on the floor of our huge shower. The look of pure ecstasy on her face set me off and I shot rope after rope at her, completely glazing her massive tits.

"Oh, yes," she moaned as my cum splattered on her chest. "This is so hot," she said a second later. As she did every time, she sucked me clean and then giggled as she cleaned herself up. "This is so much!" she commented.

It was, I was shooting huge loads now, probably a side effect of the mystery injection. I have to admit, it did look hot to see this beautiful woman covered in my cum, but I would have much preferred to have cum inside her in one way or another. I'd do it if they asked for it, but this would never be my first choice.

After we finished our shower, we went and made breakfast and then just hung around waiting for the rest of the stuff I'd bought to show up. Lily worked on turning one of the bedrooms into an art studio and I read up on charities some more. Despite us not leaving the house, it turned out to be a pretty productive day.