The winter sun shone through the open blinds on me when I opened my eyes. Smith was not in bed. It pleasantly surprised me to wake up well-rested, not suffering from tension in my back or shoulders. I washed my face with cold water and put on the fluffy, green bathrobe and slippers Smith left for me on the office chair.
Smith was making breakfast in the kitchen. The room smelled of toasts and freshly brewed bergamot tea. He wore different clothes: grey chequered trousers and a white sweater that complemented his elegant figure. He was about to open the fridge when he noticed me standing in the middle of the room. His face brightened up as he walked up to me.
"Good morning, Officer. How are you?" he enquired, picking me up and kissing me on the mouth. His voice sounded husky, and his scanning gaze made me blush. I knew he was hinting at the passionate night we spent together.
"I'm good. I slept well," I whispered.
"That's good. I made sure Mummy was relaxed before she fell asleep," he winked at me and carried me to one of the two barstools by the kitchen island, "I made breakfast. I have cream cheese, ham, jam, and chocolate. What would you like on your toast?"
"I'll have cream cheese and ham, please," I replied.
The toast was nicely roasted: crispy but not burned, the way I liked it. I spread the cream cheese on my toast and laid a slice of ham on top of it. Smith poured tea in and shoved his barstool closer to me. We ate in silence for some time, with Smith occasionally throwing cheeky glances at me.
"Why are you smiling?" I laughed.
"I'm just happy. And I can't stop thinking of how sweet and passionate you were tonight. I want to repeat that," he leaned over to give me a kiss. I stared at him and realised he was serious. I had to set his mind on other things before he would drag me back to the bedroom.
"So, what are we going to do with the flash drive? We must deposit it at the Marshes criminal police department."
"The department is on the other side of the city. I could bring it today …"
"But …?" I said slowly.
"No one knows where I'm hiding but they know I'm here. And they're waiting for me. All ways to the police department are supervised by the Shortridge cops or Arnavuts. I can't go near that place without being caught."
"And what about the Marshes officials? What if you contacted them and agreed on a safe place and time?"
"They won't help, Alex. They let me know from the beginning I was on my own. I don't have any contacts and calling the headquarters is risky because the entire corps is stuffed with spies."
"How about distracting them?" I exclaimed after some minutes of brainstorming, trying to come up with a good plan that could get Smith past the rogues unharmed.
"Distract them? How?"
"I don't know. I could distract them in some way so that you could reach the department …" I couldn't finish my sentence because Smith interrupted me.
"Not in a thousand years, Alex! I won't let you do anything stupid! This is my problem, and I'll solve it!"
"I'm not saying I'll endanger my own life but in order to drop off the flash drive you must evade the ambush they've prepared for you," I parried.
Smith fell silent. I assumed he was thinking over my suggestion. We didn't talk until we finished our breakfast, and I returned to the bedroom to change clothes. I heard him walking in as I was putting on my T-shirt. I ignored his presence, acting unbothered. He stood behind my back and put his hands on my shoulders. I continued to dress and ushered him to do the same.
"I really enjoyed the things we did tonight. It felt so good. It felt right," he turned me around so that I could see his face, "did you enjoy it, Mummy?"
As soon as I heard him calling me Mummy in that lewd intonation of his I knew he would try to seduce me into having sex with him.
"Smith, I enjoyed it very much. I've told you already. But we have no time for this!" I pushed him off as he came closer.
"We have time, Mummy. We have the whole day. Besides, I promised you I'd make you come," he buried his face in my neck, rubbing his stubble on my skin. Smith prevented me from buckling my belt and pulled my pants down. He dragged me to the bed, while whimpering in my ear, begging me to let him satisfy me.
"No, Smith! It takes some time for me to reach an orgasm. We don't have time for this!"
"I won't stop until you let me, Mummy. The longer you fight against it, the more time we lose," he slid his hands under my T-shirt and grabbed my breasts. He watched himself kneading my bosom as if he executed some important job.
"Okay, Johnny. But once we're done …" Again, he didn't let me finish.
"Once you're done, Mummy," he continued to rub my boobs.
"Alright. Once I'm done, we'll deliver the flash drive," he nodded and helped me take off my panties and T-shirt but kept his own trousers on.
"You'll have to be completely honest with me, Mummy. I want to let you come hard, so you'll have to tell me exactly what you do to reach a climax," he said as he worshipped my naked body while waiting for my directions.
I blushed at the thought of being pressured into disclosing something as intimate as how I pleasured myself. But Smith wouldn't leave the house if I beat around the bush. I figured I could just enjoy it and then get back to business.
"I liked it when you played with me," I whispered.
"Oh yes, that made you so wet," Smith remarked enthusiastically. He sat against the headboard and told me to sit between his legs, with my back to him.
"That's right, Mummy. Just relax, rest your back against my chest while I take care of the rest," and he reached with his hand to my groin. I asked him why he didn't take off his pants, to which he replied that it was all about me.
It was arousing to see his long legs in trousers as I held on to them while he was pleasuring me, knowing that he was turned on as well but that his sole goal was to make me come. He moaned into my ear, constantly calling me Mummy, telling me all kinds of obscenities of how badly he wanted to pound my pussy. Proof of that was his erection. Smith had to unbuckle his belt and take his dick out, so it had more space. I felt its tip rubbing against my back.
It surprised me that I reached my limit in a relatively shorter time than usual. It took Smith approximately twenty minutes to make me orgasm. Maybe it was because of the fact I hadn't done it in a long time. Maybe it was because of Smith. However, the moment I was overstimulated, a fulfilling spasm violently shocked my body, so that Smith had to hold me down to prevent neck injury as I forcefully hit my head against his chest.
I was shaking in his arms, feeling lightheaded, and panting heavily, unable to catch my breath. I think I passed out for a couple of seconds because I heard Smith's delighted whispers as if he was far away from me, although I felt his lips touching my ear.
"I'm so happy I made Mummy come," I heard him say.
"Yes, you were a good boy, Johnny. You were a very good boy. Mummy is proud of you," I grunted as I grabbed his chin to French kiss him. Smith didn't expect that, and my sudden aggressiveness excited him.
"Oh, Mummy! What's gotten into you?" he asked as he squeezed my boobs.
"After orgasming I always turn a little aggressive. I don't know what that is but it's a sign that Mummy is pleased," I replied laconically. Smith smiled and embraced me. He helped me get out of bed and accompanied me to the bathroom but suggested we would take turns showering because he was afraid to jump me.
We left his house after lunch, taking the metro to get to the closest stop to the criminal police department. We had to step off a couple of times and change lines to get there. Luckily, everyone was at work, and the rush hour had ended. Nevertheless, we agreed to take an extra precaution and disguised ourselves. I covered my uniform under a long raincoat Smith gave me and hid my braid under a baseball cap, while Smith put on a blond, male wig.
"I'm afraid to ask why you even have a wig, Smith," I squinted my eyes as I considered his make-over.
"Well, Officer, I'm an entrepreneur. I have all kinds of tricks up my sleeve," despite his ridiculous wig, I couldn't deny how charming Smith was when he smiled. I had to take my eyes off him because I was afraid of looking silly. I blushed every time I stared at him, even if the context wasn't sexual.
There was something about Smith I couldn't explain to myself.
Something that was on the surface.
Something I was afraid to acknowledge.