Pia and the Prisoner of War

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There’s more than one kind of torture.

Sergeant Major Sofia Pia Martinez’s men caught covert special ops agent Jake Callaghan spying on her country’s very secret operation on the San Pablo coast. Whatever should she do with him?

There’s more than one way to extract intel from a prisoner and the Sergeant Major will do anything to get the information she needs from her very sexy captive.



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Jake tugged on the restraints, making the chains securing him rattle. He watched Pia, Sergeant Major Sofia Pia Martinez—otherwise known as La Vibora, The Viper—stalk the room. If she was the one in charge here, then San Pablo was up to more than just moving surplus military equipment. A hell of a lot more. Oh, he’d recognized her, all right. She was infamous for being the only captive to successfully escape from a Columbian military prison. She was a ruthless, high-ranking officer of the San Pablo military. And she was beautiful. Remarkably so. The scar that ran from one corner of her face to the other, feathering into her hairline, giving her an unnatural part in her long black hair, did nothing to diminish her beauty.

She moved like a cat on long legs. Her dark eyes missed nothing. She had to know he’d recognize her. Which was probably why he wasn’t wearing a blindfold anymore. It didn’t bode well for his existence that she let him see her face. Her whereabouts had been something of a mystery since her escape. This was precisely the kind of information he’d been sent to acquire. His superiors would jizz their pants if they knew she was here.

“So, Jake from California.” Her sexy accent rolled over him, sending a ripple across his senses. “I’ll ask you again, what are you doing in my country?”

“Vacation. I’m having a splendid time.”

She made a noise that was somewhere between a grunt and a growl and slipped a finger into his nipple ring, giving it a tug. “I know you know who I am.” She twisted the ring. “I know you understand Spanish.” The next turn of his nipple ring shot a bolt through him straight to his dick, bringing his hips off the bed. “And I know you’re not here on vacation. Say that again and I will rip this right off your chest.”

He could smell her perfume and her arousal, watching her men fuck each other turned her on. Tormenting him turned her on. He imagined her rising over him and sinking down onto his cock and riding him. She grabbed his dick, sliding her thumb through his pre-come as she gave the ring another small twist. Jesus fuck. He was so close to coming with nothing more than her hands on him.

She leaned down close enough to kiss. “Who do you work for?”

“I work at the Brainiac Bar, fixing computers.”

She smiled, but it wasn’t a nice smile. “So you know computers. Do you know what this is?” She held up some kind of rubberlike ring.

“Are you asking me to marry you?”

She gave his nipple ring a little tug, then released it. “Sabelotodo.”

He took a relieved gulp of air. But his relief was short lived. She widened the ring and slid it down his dick to the base. A cock ring. Her brief touch wasn’t enough. He wanted her hands and mouth on him. She was the enemy, but he wanted her more than anyone ever. She would probably kill him when she got all that she could from him. The trick would be to give her just enough to stay alive and important, but not enough to jeopardize the mission and the other guys out there who he hoped were working on a way to get him the hell out of here.

She pulled her tank top off over her head, then unhooked her bra, letting it slide down her arms. Her nipples were shades darker than her brown skin and hard. He flinched, rattling the chains binding his hands. He itched to touch her, to draw her dusky nipples into his mouth and bite down on them. If she released him now he wasn’t sure he could resist her lure over the need to escape.

Straddling his hips, she bent and did to him what he’d just been fantasizing about doing to her. He’d gotten the nipple piercing to please an ex-girlfriend. He had no idea it would make his nipple so sensitive or how much having it sucked would drive him insane. He rocked against her. Was she wet? Did she want to fuck him as badly as he wanted to fuck her? She lowered her body until her nipples brushed his chest. He suppressed a groan and almost missed her soft sigh. Hell yes, she was turned on.

She eased up and looked down at him. “I bet you’re a good fuck. Most men with big cocks rely only on their size to pleasure a woman. But you…” She tapped a finger to his lower lip. “You don’t. Do you?”

“No. And if my hands were free I’d show you.” His dick pulsed, trapped between her clothed thighs.

“It’s a shame to tie down all that potential, but we both know that’s not an option.”

“I’ve got the tranquilizer collar on. You could drop me before I could try anything.”

“But maybe not before you killed or injured me. I’m not looking for any new scars.”

The mark across her face wasn’t the only damage she’d endured. From the looks of it she’d been tortured—beaten, whipped, cut, and God knew what else. She hadn’t caved under all that abuse. And then she’d escaped, battered and bloody. There was a bounty on her head. Several governmental agencies around the world would love to know she was still alive, let alone her whereabouts, including his own. The stories about her were legendary. From what he’d seen of her in the short time he’d been her captive, most of them were true. She was known for inspiring unquestioning allegiance from the soldiers under her. He’d seen that first hand.

“They don’t take anything away from your beauty.” And they didn’t.

“So I’ve been told.”

She climbed off him and sat to unlace her boots, then stood and took off her pants. The scars continued to zigzag down her body. There wasn’t an unmarked inch on her. What hell had she been through? It was a miracle she’d survived.

She strode to the other side of the room and looked at herself in the wall-to-wall mirror, hands on her hips. “I like them,” she said, tracing a finger over one scar and then another. “I remember how I got each one. This one—” She touched a shiny, raised slash on her thigh that was eerily similar to the one he carried. “—barely missed my femoral artery. He was a nasty pendejo. He was also the first one I killed when I broke free. I used the knife he used on me to gut him like a fish.”

She turned. “How did you get your scar?”

“Nothing as glamorous as your story. Although the end is nearly the same.”

“Do you know why I wanted you instead of leaving you to my men to question?”

“My big dick?”

Stalking back toward the bed, her smile was wicked and sly. The kind of smirk that let a man know a woman was interested. “Yours isn’t the biggest I’ve seen. Or had. No.” She smoothed a finger across his scar. “It was this.”

“What about it?”

“And this.” She slid her fingernail under his nipple ring and tapped it up and down. “Why only one and not two? Did you… How do you say: estabas intimidado?”

“Chicken out? No. I don’t know why.”

“You weren’t sure if she was worth going through it twice.”

“Something like that.”

“Something like that,” she repeated as she straddled him once again, nestling the V of her pussy against the base of his dick where she’d placed the cock ring. “I think, under different circumstances, I could be the woman to talk you into a second one. No?”

“Yes, I believe you could.”

She stretched out on top of him like a cat, sliding her hands up his sides to his arms until they were chest to chest. “What else do you believe I could talk you into?”

“Just about anything right now.”

Rocking against him, he could feel how wet she was. “I think, Jake from California, that I’d like your cock inside me.”

“I’d like that too.”

She rose up and took his dick in her hand, stroking him. “I will say this was a prize I didn’t want to miss. But you, why do you want to fuck me?”

“Your taste.”

She cocked her head to the side, dark hair falling over one breast. “My…? Oh. This?” She slid her hand between her legs and offered it to him.

He flicked his tongue out and licked. “Mmm, yes.”

“I think that you would like very much to… How do you say: comerme? No?

He laughed. “Eat you. Yes.”

“Is that so? Maybe another time.” She glanced down to where his dick jutted up through her parted thighs.

Between her hand and the cock ring squeezing him, it was a slow kind of torture. Her strokes kept him hard yet he’d never come under such a slow pace. She had to know that and probably did it on purpose.

“Put my dick inside you. Ride me. I want to see you come. I want to feel you come.”

She rose and positioned him at her entrance. His gaze locked on the sight of her hovering mere inches from impaling herself on him. Lowering herself, she wet the head of his dick with her slickness. Her scent was stronger now, the taste of her arousal still on his tongue. He focused on her movements, barely breathing. How could she remain so unhurried? His hips flexed upward of their own accord and he got caught in her opening for a fraction of a second before she shifted and he slipped back out. He growled in frustration.

“Who do you work for?” she purred, smoothing her hand up and down his shaft.

His gaze flashed up to hers. “Fuck you.”

“As you wish.”

She sank down on him all at once, the movement so swift he sucked in a breath, nearly choking on his own spit. The muscles of his ass bunched, trying to draw his dick more fully into her. She put her hands on either side of his hips and used her full weight to immobilize him. If he wielded any strength to move her he’d only dislodge himself from her and that was the last fucking thing in the world he wanted to do right now. She felt so damn good.

“Jake, Jake, Jake,” she singsonged. “What good is a large cock to me? I’ve got a half dozen at my disposal every day. Give me what I want and I’ll give you what you want.”

She squeezed his dick with her inner muscles and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. He closed his eyes, trying not to think about her rhythmic constricting. More slow torture.

“Who do you work for?” she asked again, slipping a finger through his nipple ring.

“Told you,” he panted. “Computer geek.”

“Wrong answer.” She reached behind her and massaged the ridged space between his balls and anus. “You like the way I make you come, no?”


“Do you want to come now?”

His hips jerked up in response. Her touch was expert. She knew a man’s body, where to touch and how much pressure to apply to keep him right at the edge. He flushed hot, beads of sweat breaking out all over his body. Clenching his jaw, he suppressed the plea that wanted to spring up fully formed at the back of his throat. If his hands were free, he’d clamp her to him and pump into her, not stopping until she screamed his name. She increased the pressure of her finger. His knees bent, his heels digging into the mattress. He was so…fucking…close.