The winter sun filtered through the open blinds onto my face when I woke. Smith was gone from the bed. It pleasantly surprised me to feel well-rested — no tension in my back or shoulders for once. I washed my face with cold water, slipped into the fluffy green bathrobe and slippers he had left on the office chair, and padded to the kitchen.
Smith was making breakfast. The room smelled of toast and freshly brewed bergamot tea. He had changed into grey chequered trousers and a white sweater that suited his elegant frame. He was about to open the fridge when he noticed me standing in the doorway. His face lit up as he crossed the room.
"Good morning, Officer. How are you?" he asked, lifting me effortlessly and kissing me on the mouth. His voice was husky, his gaze lingering in a way that made me blush. He was clearly hinting at the passionate night we had shared.
"I'm good. I slept well," I whispered.
"That's good. I made sure Mummy was relaxed before she fell asleep," he winked, carrying me to one of the barstools by the kitchen island. "I made breakfast. Cream cheese, ham, jam, chocolate. What would you like on your toast?"
"Cream cheese and ham, please," I replied.
The toast was perfectly done — crispy but not burned, just how I liked it. I spread cream cheese and laid a slice of ham on top. Smith poured the tea and slid his barstool closer. We ate in companionable silence for a while, though he kept throwing cheeky glances my way.
"Why are you smiling?" I laughed.
"I'm just happy. And I can't stop thinking about how sweet and passionate you were last night. I want to do it again," he said, leaning in for a kiss. I stared at him and realised he was serious. I needed to redirect his mind before he dragged me back to the bedroom.
"So, what are we doing with the flash drive? We need to deliver it to the Marshes criminal police department."
"The department is on the other side of the city. I could take it today …"
"But …?" I prompted slowly.
"No one knows where I'm hiding, but they know I'm in the Marshes. They're waiting for me. Every route to the department is watched - either by Shortridge police or the Arnavuts. I can't get near it without being caught."
"What about the Marshes officials? Could you contact them and arrange a safe drop-off time and place?"
"They won't help, Alex. They made it clear from the start I was on my own. I have no direct contacts, and calling headquarters is too risky - the whole corps is riddled with spies."
"How about a distraction?" I suggested after a few minutes of brainstorming, trying to devise a plan that would get Smith past the ambush unharmed.
"Distract them? How?"
"I don't know. I could create some kind of diversion so you can reach the department…" I trailed off as he interrupted.
"Not in a thousand years, Alex! I won't let you do anything stupid! This is my problem - I'll solve it!"
"I'm not saying I'll risk my life, but to deliver the drive you have to get past their trap," I countered.
Smith fell silent. I assumed he was considering it. We didn't speak again until breakfast was finished. I returned to the bedroom to change. I heard him follow as I pulled on my T-shirt. I ignored him, acting unbothered. He stepped behind me and rested his hands on my shoulders. I continued dressing and nudged him to do the same.
"I really enjoyed what we did last night. It felt so good. It felt right," he said, turning me to face him. "Did you enjoy it, Mummy?"
The moment he said Mummy in that lewd tone, I knew he was trying to seduce me back into bed.
"Smith, I enjoyed it very much. I've already told you. But we don't have time for this!" I pushed him away as he stepped closer.
"We have time, Mummy. The whole day. Besides, I promised you I would make you come," he murmured, burying his face in my neck and rubbing his stubble against my skin. He stopped me from buckling my belt and tugged my trousers down. He pulled me toward the bed, whimpering in my ear, begging to satisfy me.
"No, Smith! It takes me longer to reach orgasm. We don't have time for this!"
"I won't stop until you let me, Mummy. The longer you resist, the more time we lose," he said, sliding his hands under my T-shirt and cupping my breasts. He watched himself knead them as though performing an important task.
"Okay, Johnny. But once we're done…" Again, he cut me off.
"Once you're done, Mummy," he continued, still caressing.
"Fine. Once I'm done, we deliver the flash drive." He nodded and helped me remove my panties and T-shirt, though he kept his trousers on.
"You'll have to be completely honest with me, Mummy. I want to make you come hard, so tell me exactly what you do to reach climax," he said, worshipping my naked body as he waited for instructions.
I blushed at the thought of revealing something so intimate. But Smith wouldn't leave until I did. I decided I could 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," he said enthusiastically. He sat against the headboard and told me to sit between his legs, my back to his chest.
"That's right, Mummy. Just relax - rest against me while I take care of the rest." He reached between my thighs. I asked why he didn't remove his trousers; he replied it was all about me.
It was arousing to see his long legs still clad while I held onto them as he pleasured me, knowing he was aroused too but focused solely on my release. He moaned in my ear, constantly calling me Mummy, whispering obscene things about how badly he wanted to pound me. Proof was his erection — he had to unbuckle his belt and free himself, so it had room. I felt its tip rubbing against my back.
It surprised me how quickly I reached the edge — in about twenty minutes, far shorter than usual. Perhaps because I hadn't done this in so long. Perhaps because of Smith. When overstimulation hit, a powerful spasm rocked my body. Smith had to hold me down to keep me from injuring my neck as my head jerked back against his chest.
I shook in his arms, light-headed and panting, struggling to breathe. I think I blacked out for a few seconds; his delighted whispers sounded distant, even though his lips brushed my ear.
"I'm so happy I made Mummy come," he said softly.
"Yes, you were a good boy, Johnny. A very good boy. Mummy's proud of you," I grunted, grabbing his chin to French-kiss him. Smith hadn't expected the sudden aggression; it excited him.
"Oh, Mummy! What's gotten into you?" he asked, squeezing my breasts.
"After coming I always get a little aggressive. I don't know why, but it's a sign Mummy's pleased," I replied laconically. Smith smiled and embraced me. He helped me out of bed and walked me to the bathroom, suggesting we shower separately — he was afraid he would jump me.
We left after lunch, taking the metro to the nearest stop to the criminal police department. We changed lines a few times. Fortunately, rush hour was over, and most people were at work. Still, we took precautions and disguised ourselves: I hid my uniform under a long raincoat Smith gave me and tucked my braid under a baseball cap; Smith wore a blond male wig.
"I'm afraid to ask why you even have a wig, Smith," I said, eyeing his transformation.
"Well, Officer, I'm an entrepreneur. I have all kinds of tricks up my sleeve," he replied. Despite the ridiculous wig, I couldn't deny how charming he looked when he smiled. I had to look away — I felt foolish every time I stared, even when the context wasn't sexual.
There was something about Smith I couldn't explain to myself.
Something right on the surface.
Something I was afraid to acknowledge.