Captured for Interrogation

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Alexis allowed herself to be swept onto the dance floor by Sergei, smiling softly, as if this was a great honor, but she didn't speak.
 
"You are more beautiful than I imagined," he said, parading her gracefully around the floor. He slid his hand from her waist down to her ass and squeezed. "Please, talk. I can't just know of your body."
 
"What do you want me to talk about, Sir?" Alexis softly asked in Russian, giving a soft squeal when he squeezed her ass.
 
"Anything you think may interest me," he said. "You are an enigma I with to delve into. Are you having fun?"
 
"Yes, Sir," Alexis said honestly, dancing with him. "What do you mean by me being an enigma, if I may ask?"
 
"I know nothing about you besides you and Nikolai somehow got together," he said. "I wish to know the you that is off the record."
 
"That's not much, honestly, Sir. There's a lot of things that are on my file," Alexis said softly. "I find myself fortunate that he did not kill me on sight, nor I kill him. He is a fantastic Master, and I strive to please him."
 
"I see," he said. The song ended and he kissed her hand. "We should go back to the table and discuss business. Would you like another drink?"
 
"Excellent," he said as he pulled out her chair. "I'll have a screwdriver and whatever the lady would like."
 
Sergei smiled. "See, that's the kind of thing I was asking about. I knew there was more to you." He turned to Nikolai. "After this, you will ride back to my house in a limo with us. She will stay with me for the night and you will stay with my four man detail. Understood?" Nikolai shook his hand and they were on the way.
 
Alexis smiled reassuringly at Nikolai, knowing what he was worried about her, especially after al Salehi.
 
The car ride took a very long time, leading out into the country. When they stopped, they got out at a large country home. Sergei led them inside and sat down. "Nikolai, lave us." he said. "I wish to talk with her more before we retire for the evening." Nikolai left with the detail and they were alone. "Tell me about the little interesting details. Hobbies, interests, that sort of thing. I know you can't be a slave all the time."
 
Alexis smiled and blushed. "Well, I'm considering heading back to school, for my Master's degree," she said softly. "In psychology, of course. I enjoy reading, writing, working out, going out to the range to shoot guns. I'm close to my older brother, and I bake. Not much else." She shrugged, almost embarrassed.
 
"I like you better now that I see you as more than a field agent," he said. He stood and took her hand. "I'll get drinks and you can get ready in the bedroom. It's in the basement and to the right. Can't be too careful."
 
"Of course not, Sir, I completely understand," Alexis said softly. She picked up her bag and made her way to the bedroom. It was lavish, and she felt somewhat at home. She quickly shed the soft pink dress and dressed in the outfit she had teased Mikhael in only hours earlier. She knelt and waited patiently.
 
Sergei returned with the drinks. "You look ravishing, pet," he said, handing her a whiskey sour. "No need t do that yet, we haven't started. Let me know when you're ready."
 
Alexis was a little surprised, but she stood up and accepted the whiskey sour, sipping on it politely. "Yes, Sir," she said.
 
Sergei sat back and slowly sipped at his beverage. He looked her over casually, taking in her slender form.
 
Alexis also studied the man in front of her, assessing everything, thinking about how the night was going to go over, sipping her drink.
 
Alexis gave a soft chuckle. "You wish for sensitivity, but your job doesn't allow that," she added, studying him a little bit more. "You miss your daughter, and wish for your wife to come back to you. You fear for the safety of your detail men and your soldiers, such as my Master. You're a hard man unless breached into the sweet, sensitive part of you. You have urges that you control very well, but they long to control you."
 
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