His kiss stopped the rebuke on the tip of her tongue. Instead, she sank against him, her sigh of surrender breathing into his mouth. By the time he released her lips, her vision was clouded with arousal and her nipples beaded pinpoints pressing against her top.
“Give me a few turnovers this morning and a large coffee. And make it quick before I decide not to wait and haul you back to your storeroom.” He stepped back, his eyes intent as she frowned and scuttled around the counter.
Because Sarah didn’t care for how much she wanted him to do just that, she filled his order and pushed it across the counter along with a note pad and pen. “Here you go. I need your address.”
“Sure you don’t want me to pick you up?” he asked, jotting it down.
“No! I mean, it’s best if I drive myself, so I can get home…”
She trailed off as he turned from her with a chuckle, tossing back, “See you tonight,” before walking out.
“Arrogant jerk,” she muttered, ignoring the way her pulse remained elevated and the warm tingles between her legs didn’t abate in anticipation of the night ahead.
Still amused at Sarah’s no-nonsense attitude, and gloating over her obvious arousal at accepting his proposal, Travis settled behind his desk and booted up his computer, but found trying to switch gears from pursuing Sarah to searching for suspects, easier said than done. He didn’t know what it was about the curvy baker that pulled at him in a way no other woman had, but after having had a taste of that sweet pussy, he knew there’d be no turning back for him. All that remained was to seduce her into getting on board, starting tonight. An introduction to his playroom would either draw her in or send her running. All he could now was wait and see which path she’d take.
In the meantime, he tried to focus on work. Sarah’s surprise visit to The Raging Bull last Saturday had derailed him from finishing his surveillance by using his phone to snap pictures of the three men who had drawn his suspicions. Pulling up the TBI files of criminal records, he perused the photos in the hopes of identifying one or more those three. Hours later, in between seeing to other things, he had only come across one and fired his name over to Peter to look into before checking out for the day.
He wasn’t looking forward to returning to the night club Friday night, sitting idly by while eyeing under-the-table drug deals and underage drinking without being able to step in. That inability to act is what eventually led him to leave his career as an undercover agent, but he’d promised his former boss a few weekends of his time, and the image of that young girl’s ravaged body was enough to help him keep his word.
As he pulled into his drive, he shoved aside discouraging events he couldn’t do anything about, and entered his home looking forward to an hour or two with Sarah’s delectable body under his control. A short time later, he heard her arrive, right on time, which he expected. Pouring a shot of whiskey, he greeted her at the door and handed it to her as she stepped inside.
“What’s this for?”
The wary look she flicked him drew his lips up at the corners. “Courage. Not that you’ll need it, but it can’t hurt.” One thing he’d learned over the past few months, the best way to deal with Sarah was to keep her off guard. Reaching out, Travis unbuttoned her white, summer blouse as she sipped the liquor, watching her expressive eyes as a flare of excitement replaced caution with the rub of his knuckles over bare skin.
“What…” She had to pause to clear her throat. “What’re you going to do?”
“Whatever I want, remember? Don’t worry,” he assured her as he divested her of the blouse and the rest of her clothing before clasping her free hand. “I promise you’ll enjoy it. Come with me.”
Sarah skipped behind him, gulping the rest of the whiskey and relishing the distraction of the fiery burn down her throat from the sway of her bare breasts and ache of her turgid nipples. Her happy places hummed with excitement as Travis led her down the hall, outweighing the anxiety over what he had planned churning in her stomach. She’d lost count of how many times she’d decided to call off her visit tonight since this morning, but Todd had been around to bolster her courage and prod her into seeing this through. As usual, her body overruled her mind as Travis opened the first door on the left, then she sucked in a deep breath of shocked arousal, her gaze flying up to his.
“You really are into kink!”
“So are you, if I remember your body’s response the other night correctly.” Pulling her into the dimly lit room, he added with a smirk, “And Sarah, I have an excellent memory. I see you had no problem downing this.” Plucking the empty glass from her hand, he set it on top of a small dresser, then led her over to the dangling chain with attached wrist cuffs. “Let’s start with something light.”
Her mouth went dry as Travis raised her arms and attached the cuffs to her wrists, but the taut stretch of her arms seemed mild after he retrieved a two-foot long bar with similar cuffs at each end and positioned it between her spread legs. Sarah jerked on her arms and feet and met with resistance, but her instant panic abated the second he cupped her face in his large hands and commanded, “Look at me.”
Butterflies took wing in her abdomen at his heated, silver gaze, a funny sensation of awareness that both tickled and aroused. “That’s my girl.”
His low-voiced approval made Sarah want to melt into a puddle at his feet. Thank goodness the bondage prevented her from giving in to such an ignominious act.
Releasing her face, Travis trailed his hands over her heaving chest then down to her pussy. Scooping his middle finger up her slit, he held up the glistening proof of her arousal. “And I haven’t even begun tormenting your delectable body yet.”
Before she could reply to that comment, he turned and strode back to the small dresser and pulled two objects from the top drawer. She didn’t know which one disconcerted her the most, the black silk blindfold or the thin rod with a plume of short, red and white feathers at one end and multiple, thin latex threaded strands about seven inches long on the other.
As if reading her mind, he stated in a no-nonsense tone, “Trust me, Sarah. I know what I’m doing, and believe it or not, right now I know better than you what you want.”
“Okay, but if you’re wrong, I’m lacing your donuts with hot peppers tomorrow.”
“Good enough.” Travis wrapped the blindfold over her eyes and tied it behind her head. Starting with the feathered end of the dual wand, he stroked her neck on his way down to her breasts. “Not so bad, is it?”
Light brushes of the wispy feathers teased Sarah’s nipples, the soft caresses both pleasant and arousing. She didn’t experience the same riotous effect as when he had pinched them the other night, but she wasn’t complaining, especially when those same touches tickled between her legs. “Oh,” she breathed softly as he ran the feathers down one leg, then up the other, before she felt him shifting behind her.
“I said it before but it bears repeating; you have a great ass, Sarah,” Travis complimented her as he brushed the feathers over the fleshy, quivering globes.
“I’d thank you, but right now, I just want you to do… something.” She shook from the escalating arousal he wrought, and wanted nothing more than to feel him driving into her needy sheath again.
“Well, since you asked so nicely.”
Sarah’s sigh of relief ended on a gasp as pinpricks of pain erupted over her butt from the lash of the opposite end of his wicked wand. “You could’ve warned me!” she exclaimed, her arousal kicking up a notch as the warm prickles that strike left behind spread to her pussy.
“I could have, but that wouldn’t have been near as much fun. Admit it. You like this.”
Sarah could hardly deny it as her nipples were beaded into such tight nubs they ached, and she knew he could see the telltale proof in the moisture seeping from her vagina. “Let’s see if you like this as well,” his voice whispered in her ear as he stepped around in front of her again.
Unable to see, Sarah held her breath, waiting in heightene
d expectation for what he’d do next. It hadn’t taken her long to discover what a powerful aphrodisiac anticipation could be. A startled cry wrenched from her throat when the slash of all those wicked strands fell across her right breast, several catching her nipple in their painful path. Who the hell would’ve ever thought the fleshy part of her breasts could be so sensitive to arousing, painful stimulation? Even knowing it was coming, she trembled from the next strike on her left breast.
“Travis, please,” she pled in a whisper of tormented lust, the prickly heat enveloping her chest ratcheting her arousal to a feverish pitch.
“One more.”
Sarah jerked in the bonds when he snapped the evil instrument between her legs, and a thousand tiny needles of pain covering the tender flesh of her labia erupted into a firestorm of pleasure. Before the pleasure could blossom into ecstasy, she heard the flogger hit the wood floor.
Sarah’s responses exceeded Travis’s hopes. He loved the red stripes left behind from snapping the flogger over her white skin and the way he could watch her nipples pucker in the mirror on the far wall. Her soft whimper when he struck her upper thighs, then followed the painful stroke with a slow trail of the thin strands over the flesh he had just abused, fed the hunger raging in his own body, leaving him unable to hold back from her plea any longer. He’d be lucky if he didn’t do permanent damage to his cock when he lowered his zipper, he thought as he dropped the wand and bent to free her ankles. “I hope to hell you’re ready for this,” he warned as she collapsed against him as soon as he released her arms and whipped off the blindfold. With a tight arm banded around her waist, he scooped her up against him and strode the few feet to the tilted spanking bench.
Dropping his arm, he spun her around and urged her down. “Perfect.” Leaning over her back, he arranged her dangling breasts on either side of the much narrower front end, pinched her elongated nipples, then pulled back to cuff her ankles again. “I should keep you in that position all the time,” he rasped as he eyed her elevated, pink-striped ass and gaping labia that revealed the enticing, pink, wet recess of her pussy.
“I’m not sure how long I’d last with all my blood rushing to my head, but if you promise to end my wait, I’ll give it a try,” she quipped right before he stole her breath with the deep plunge of his sheathed erection into her vagina.
Damn it, he swore silently as the furnace of her slick walls clutched his dick in a tight grip. She was perfect for him, but he feared it would take a lot more evenings like this one to prove that to her. Shoving aside that worry for now, Travis took her with greedy hunger licking at his balls, ramming balls-deep with a series of jackhammer thrusts that shifted the bench with the force behind them. It didn’t surprise him to feel the first rippling convulsions of her climax within seconds of his penetration, nor the quick release of his own pleasure right on the heels of hers.
“I have to go.” Sarah lifted herself off Travis’s latex-filled cock, shaking from yet another explosive climax.
Sitting astride his thick thighs where he sat on the living room sofa, her butt throbbed from the tight grip of his hands following a blistering, over-the-knee spanking. He’d controlled her up and down gyrations on his cock with that grip, and she relished every moment of his control, just as she had the previous night in his decadent spare room. Sliding her feet onto the floor, she wobbled for a split second, narrowing her eyes at his smirk. She wanted him again, too much, and that just wouldn’t do. She needed to regain her focus on her goal, starting now.
“You could stay the night. I’ll make sure you’re up in time to get to the bakery early.” Travis rose, those eyes that saw way too much taking a slow, appreciative survey of her flushed, naked body, stopping to linger on the shiny dampness between her legs.
Turning her back on him, wishing she could turn her response to him off as easily, she scooped up the sundress he had divested her of the minute she arrived. Slipping it back over her head, Sarah tossed over her shoulder, “No, thanks. I need a good night’s sleep, and I won’t get that with you. I’ll see you later.” Just the thought of lying curled against that too big, too hard body all night sent a wave of unwelcome heat through her. Cursing her libido and lack of willpower it rendered, she slid on her sandals and headed to the front door without looking at him.
“Sarah.”
Damn, so close. “What?” she asked, turning her head to look at him, then wishing she hadn’t. God, what that man could do with just a look. His exasperated sigh proved he’d noted her closed off expression and battle ready stance and accurately surmised a few nights of sex wouldn’t be enough to soften her attitude towards him. Thankfully, he didn’t say or do anything else right then to try and dissuade her.
“Be careful going home. I’ll stop by in the morning.”
“Good night.”
Driving the short distance to her apartment, Sarah concentrated on her goals of marriage and a family, strengthening her resolve and determination to find a nice man to extend some meaning to her boring life. She’d put her plan to work Travis and her long-overdue wild oats out of her system off through the weekend, give herself the distance and time she needed to get back on track, and prayed it wouldn’t take too long as she doubted she was strong enough to hold out against him for any length of time.
“I took care of him, so you owe me,” Todd announced the next morning the minute Sarah entered the kitchen after watching from her upstairs apartment as Chief Nolan drove away.
Grateful for his intervention, Sarah grabbed an apron and immediately went to work, telling him, “I appreciate that, and I’ll be happy to pay up. What do you want in return for doing me that huge favor?” She hadn’t been up to sparring with Travis this morning, not with her body still singing his praises and her too weak to fend off both her unruly lusts and his determination to take advantage of them.
“Duh, details of course.” Wiggling his fingers in a ‘give me’ motion, Todd demanded in a mock stern voice, “Tell, now.”
Grinning, she began kneading a large mound of dough while teasing him. “Okay, but hands off until I’m done with him.”
Glancing up from squirting icing on some turnovers, he asked her point blank, “Not that I’d mind if he looked my way, but what if he doesn’t want to be done with you?”
Her smile slipped into a frown, and she pounded on the dough with more force than necessary. “He’ll have no choice as he’s not in my long-term plans. Now, do you want those details or not?”
“Start talking, boss.”
Sarah turned into the gravel parking lot of The Raging Bull night club later than she’d planned for. The problem with having a whole new wardrobe of fun, ‘sexy for her’ clothes, was the difficulty in choosing what to wear. There was something to be said for the years she’d limited her choices to comfy jeans and loose tops. Tonight, she’d gone with a calf-length, silk pleated skirt in a multi-hued colorful pattern that caught the eye when she twirled, or so Todd had informed her. The simple, thin strapped silk tank in neon blue picked up the same shade in the skirt and draped over her breasts in a way that drew a man’s eye; again, according to Todd.
Turning off the engine, she sat a moment to shore up her nerve to go into the crowded, boisterous establishment again, telling herself, as she had been all day, she was not put out because she hadn’t heard from Travis. She was the one who had called Todd to take care of the chief that morning before she came down. Maybe he was miffed at her for that, but too bad. She had priorities, and he wasn’t one of them.
Just as she reached for the door handle to get out, two men stumbled out the front entrance. Sarah recognized the dark-haired man right away. She’d never forget the creepy sensation his beady, black-eyed look produced when they danced for those few, short minutes last week. His taller, light-haired friend she didn’t recognize. Neither of them should be driving, she thought as she saw the one she recognized stumble then lean into the other man. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, he managed to get him into the back
seat of a truck. Reaching into the bed, the taller man grabbed a blanket and tossed it onto the back seat, presumably over his drunk friend.
Shaking her head, Sarah slid out of her car as the truck headed toward the exit. Hurrying up to the door, she paused when the truck idled for a moment before peeling out onto the highway. “Weird,” she muttered, stepping into the crowded club hoping tonight went better than the last time she was here.
“Where the fuck did she come from?” John cursed a blue streak as he jotted down the license plate from the woman’s car, wondering how much she’d seen. If he were a betting man, he’d guess she had just cut her engine when he and Rufus left The Raging Bull.
Everything had been going great until they got to the parking lot. He’d spotted Rufus right away upon arriving and just tossed him a friendly wave as he ordered a beer so as not to alarm him. Rufus, being the ignorant jackass he was, had taken the bait of his indifference and joined him thirty minutes later. From there, it’d been an easy matter to convince him all was forgiven, they needed him back at the barn for the delivery and his cut wasn’t in jeopardy.
Over the next two hours, John nursed his one beer while encouraging Rufus to keep ordering another. By the time he’d downed five brews to his one, it’d been a piece of cake to lead him outside. John didn’t know why Rufus turned suspicious, but as they neared his truck, he’d tried to make a quick dash away from him. He’d had no choice but to go ahead and slip his knife between the bastard’s ribs then and there, catching him as he slumped against him with his last, stuttering breath.
One loose end about to be taken care of only to be saddled with another. Mayor isn’t going to like this. John had about had it with the idiots he’d been working with of late, and as he drove toward the county line and his designated body drop site, he swore he’d break free of this outfit after this last sale and start over elsewhere, maybe next time with him calling the shots and collecting the lion’s share of profits.
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