You're mine

Chapter 10

Several days passed; Ashley wasn't sure exactly how many. They settled into a semblance of a routine, twisted as it was. Luka was generally out during the day, after having determined that the landmine infested woods were impassable and it was an un-walkable distance to civilization along the road. So, escape looking ever more unlikely, Ashley busied herself with sleeping, and attempting to keep herself as fit as possible without the use of any equipment to help her. And waiting for Luka to come home.

She was becoming attached to him, and that was a problem. He made her feel alive; like the time that she had first flown solo or rode a bike by herself, even. He was rough and he was brutal but he was beautiful and passionate and intense and she lo --

*No. Stop right there.*

It was definitely a problem. Ashley had a job to do -- to finish, and people were relying on her. She needed to get to a phone. Luka had a mobile but he'd never left it where she could get at it without him knowing. She was going to have to think of something, she was running out of time. If she wasn't careful, she was going to be late, in more ways than one.

The opportunity presented itself in the end. They were making dinner, and Luka left Ashley in charge of stirring the food while he went upstairs to take a shower. She turned away from the cooker to find that he'd left his mobile on the kitchen table. Strange. She waited for several moments, and then heard Luka enter the bathroom and turn on the shower. It was perfect. She grabbed the phone and dialled the number for her contact, quickly stirring their dinner while making sure that she was in sight of the stairs. She'd see his shadow approach in time to put the phone back so that he was none the wiser.

It seemed to ring forever, and Ashley bit her lip in trepidation. Was she too late? A strange mixture of emotion washed over her at that thought. Something else not to think about. The call connected just in time to spare her having to identify her emotions.

Silence. She spoke quietly, identifying herself with her call sign and password only. The person on the other end of the line was satisfied, and confirmed their identity to her. "Report?" Ashley asked softly.

"Intelligence confirms they are acting on your information and moving into position," the voice replied. "We will be ready to meet them. Everything is going as planned."

"When?"

"Approximately seven hours. A team will be ready for extraction. Location?"

"Can you trace the position of this call?"

"Of course."

"Then it will be from here."

"Agreed. We will extract you as soon as the operation begins."

Ashley's breath caught in her throat and she didn't respond for a moment. She had no idea that things were going to happen so soon.

"Ma'am?" the voice on the other end of the line enquired.

"Yes," she replied, trying to mentally shake herself. "I'll be ready."

"I'm glad to hear your voice again, ma'am. See you back at Operations."

"Thank you," Ashley replied, and ended the call. A moment later, the shower turned off. She searched through the unfamiliar language of the menus of the phone, trying to find the call logs. She found the entry for the call that she had just made and deleted that single entry, thankful that the mobile phone was a Nokia and she was familiar enough with it to do this even if she wasn't sure of all of the language. She placed the phone back on the table exactly as if it hadn't been disturbed, and returned to stirring their dinner.

Luka returned to the kitchen feeling slightly uneasy but not sure why. He spotted the phone on the table and instantly recognised his potentially massive mistake. It didn't look as if it had been moved, but he couldn't be sure. "Dinner's ready," Ashley said over her shoulder absently. When he didn't reply, she turned to look at him, a puzzled look on her face.

He still didn't say anything. Ashley followed his gaze to rest on the mobile, then looked back up at him, a look of slight disappointment and embarrassment on her face. She looked away again, then turned back to the cooker and busied herself with stirring. The intention was to make him realise that she hadn't touched the phone. Of course she hadn't, and how could he think such a thing of her? He still wasn't moving, so she sniffed a couple of times softly, willing tears to come to her eyes.

Luka trusted Ashley not to try to hurt him, and she hadn't tried to leave when he'd left her in the house on her own. But to leave his phone where she could get to it? He wasn't so sure that she wouldn't have tried to contact someone. Not until he heard her sniffling, at least. He swore under his breath softly, walked up towards her and slipped his phone into his pocket on the way. He slid his arms around her from behind and slid his mouth to her neck, nuzzled gently.

Ashley wiped the tears from her face angrily and redoubled her efforts in stirring, attempting to ignore Luka in his quest for the extra sensitive area below her ear. "Come here," he whispered, turning her around in his arms.

"No," she replied sulkily, trying to stop him from turning her to face him, but she wasn't trying too hard. He pulled her away from the cooker and leaned her against the table. "Dinner's going to burn," she warned, and he shrugged, sliding his hand along the back of her thigh and up to her arse, sliding the oversized shirt she was wearing out of the way as he went. He slid his other hand to her cheek and pulled her towards him, trying to placate her with a kiss that was far more tender than he usually offered. She pulled away from him, still putting up a façade of protest in order to save face. He pulled her back and kissed harder.

Needing to draw his attention away from his phone, Ashley didn't protest any further as Luka lifted her onto the table and laid her back, then unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it out of the way. He slid his palms from the bottom of her breast down to her hips, laid a gentle kiss just above her pubic hair. She gasped as her body jerked sharply. She was burning immediately, her legs parting automatically and without her consent. He slid her towards the edge of the table, leaned over her to look directly in her eyes and slid one finger into her mouth. She licked for a moment, then sucked gently until he withdrew it again. He slid the wet finger over one of her nipples in a slow spiralling pattern, and she moaned in frustration.

Luka repeated his actions, sliding his wet finger over Ashley's other breast. She arched against him, murmured in Serbian the equivalent of "Oh please just fuck me Luka!" He slid his finger to her mouth and shushed her, slid his mouth against her ear again.

"Don't talk," he whispered softly. "Just relax." He slid his finger into her mouth again, then slid the torturing wet digit down into her pubic hair and onto her clitoris. He stroked just long enough to tease, leaned over and slid a nipple into his mouth and sucked for a moment. Ashley writhed, and then Luka bit into her nipple. A low moan escaped her and she shuddered as her body surged into orgasm. Luka smiled, slid back up to kiss her as her body relaxed again.

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