by Measha Stone
“Why?” he asked again, readjusting his body, probably for his own comfort.
“No.” She refused more on principal now than actual need of hiding. He would not break her. She would keep it from him, no matter what.
“Got it.” He flicked it back on, the speed increased, and once again he placed it directly on her clit, this time twisting it, grinding it into the overstimulated bundle of nerves.
“Oh fuck. Fuck.” She wiggled again. The higher speed dragged her to the edge straightaway. She bit down on her lip, determined not to let him see how close she was, but she should have known better. He could read expressions better than any partner she’d ever had.
The flip of a switch, and the sensations were gone, along with her impending orgasm.
“Dammit.” She jerked against her binds, wanting to cry for her loss.
“All you have to do is tell me why. Is it so bad?” He waved the vibrator in front of her face.
“No, it’s not bad at all.” She put her head back and took a long breath. “But I’m not telling you.”
She didn’t even get to finished with a snide remark before he spread her pussy lips wide and jammed the vibrator between her pussy and the chair. She tried to wiggle, but it only seemed to wedge the bullet shaped toy farther.
“Go ahead and come,” he told her, waving his hand at her dilemma.
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, she moved against the vibrator until she found a sweet spot. “Oh fuck.” She breathed, clenching her eyes closed, fisting her hands and gyrating her hips until the sweet peak swept her away. Another scream unleashed from her, full of pleasure.
She really did win.
Chapter 11
The victorious grin spreading across Sophie’s lips was almost too delicious to wipe away.
Almost.
The adorable little sub thought they were finished—that she’d gotten her way.
Not at all.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked. Turning the vibrator off, he left it unmoving but pinned between her body and the chair.
“Fuck yeah.” Her lips spread into a wide grin, and she gave a soft laugh. She really thought she’d won. Oh, it was going to be a hard reality for her. No need to drag out the wait; better to just rip off the bandage.
“Last chance. What made you change districts?” He shifted to his knees, The squat burned his thighs, and this wasn’t supposed to be giving him any discomfort.
She dragged in a long breath, pressing her head back against the leather cushion, and peered down her nose at him, a sneer on her lips. “I thought you were better at this. I’ve already gotten what I want. Why would I—” Her snide commentary cut off when the vibrator erupted into high speed. “Oh!”
Even with the binds on her legs and arms, her ass could wiggle just enough she could possibly get away from the vibrations. If she were playing with another dominant, maybe she would succeed. But lucky for her, she had Scott. And he didn’t miss things like this.
He held her hips steady, pressing her ass into the seat and putting more pressure of the vibrator into her.
Her wide eyes sought him out. If she was searching for pity, she wouldn’t find it from him. There were two ways out: safeword or confess. Anything else was bullshit.
“Scott!” She shook her head. Strands of hair stuck to her face, enlaced with a layer of shimmering sweat.
“Either tell me or come.” He grinned up at her, twisting the head of the vibrator and sliding it even farther down her slit, closer to her entrance.
“Fuck you!” she screamed, threw hear head back, and wiggled her hips. The protest didn’t fool him. Another twist, a little more lift to the back of the vibe to put extra pressure on her clit, and she unraveled before him.
Another cry and more huffing as she came down from her orgasm. Steady eyes landed on him when he flicked the vibrator off. Her chest heaved with each ragged breath. What had been neatly brushed hair when they started now hung around her face in loose strands. The rugged beauty of a submissive in the twilight of a scene was never lost on him, but it went deeper with Sophie. He didn’t just want to plow his cock into her, he wanted this connection—he wanted her trust. Not just to tie her up and spank her, or flog her tits, but enough trust to give him this piece of information she kept stored away from the rest of the world.
He brushed away her hair again, tucking it behind her ears and wiping the strands from her cheeks. As she regained her breath, he ran the back of his fingers over her jaw, down her chest, and petted her, stroking her softly and continuously until she raised her chin to meet his gaze.
The fire hadn’t died.
Perfect.
“We won’t stop until you tell me,” he assured, waving the vibrator in front of her. “That was only two. I’ve gone up to seven.”
Her eyes narrowed at his confession. Maybe during a scene wasn’t the time to mention past lovers.
Noted.
“I’ve never had more than one.” Her confession surprised him. He expected a smart-ass remark, a jab at him for his blunder.
He laughed. “Well then, I’ll give you a moment to think about it. Give me the reason, or you’ll give me another orgasm.” Standing, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head and walked over to his bag of tricks. He could try more impact play, maybe use a small crop on her tits, but she loved pain. He had seen it when he’d flogged her earlier. Getting her lost in subspace wouldn’t get the answer he wanted.
No, he had the right course. He just needed a new tool.
A smile crept across his lips when he found it. The perfect little bullet to help. Some pain mixed with the pleasure would drive her wild, and the little purple toy was just the vibe for the job.
Palming it, he walked back over to Sophie. She still breathed heavy, but she’d relaxed during the time he gave her. The muscles in her arms were less strained. Still, he worried.
“How are your arms?” he asked, grazing his fingers over her shoulders. He hadn’t raised them over her head, but being trussed for any length of time could fatigue the body.
“My arms are fine, but my shoulders are starting to burn a little, sir.”
His breath caught at her easy use of the title. They hadn’t talked about it, and he hadn’t demanded it, so to hear it so naturally fall from her lips made him take a moment to sink into her submissiveness.
Tucking the bullet vibe in his back pocket, he released her arms from the restraints. “Fold your hands in your lap,” he directed. She nodded, shook her arms a bit then steepled her hands between her thighs.
He went back to his bag and grabbed the black leather cuffs. Squatting behind her, he reached around to pull her arm back. “If you wiggle too much, your shoulders will hurt more, so I suggest you don’t.” He smiled widely since she couldn’t see him.
“How’s that?” he asked once he’d linked the D-rings of the cuffs behind her.
“Better, thanks.” She glanced up at him as he rounded the chair, once more palming the vibe.
“Not sure you want to thank me just yet, sweetheart.” He winked at her and grabbed the larger toy. Settling back in place between her thighs, he observed her body, her breathing. As each softened, he brushed her hair from her face. “Ready to start again?” He reached up and pressed a kiss to her warm cheek. A tint of rose covered her face, hopefully from exhilaration.
“Why is this so important to you?” she questioned. Her expression softened as she brought her gaze to his.
“For one, you don’t want to tell me, which means it’s something important to you. And if it’s important to you, then it is to me, too. And two I have my own suspicions about you, but I need to find out if they’re true.”
“I can safeword out of telling you, can’t I?” She posed the question void of hope weighing down her words.
“Of course, you can. Call your safeword, and we stop. I’ll unbind you, and we can go get a drink in the lounge.” He sat back on his heels. Making the decision to cry off or stay in t
he scene wouldn’t be determined by him; he’d keep his touches to himself until she gave the blaring green light.
She took in a slow breath and pushed on a smile. “Then let’s go.”
Oh, how silly this girl could be.
Flicking on the large vibrator, he once again maneuvered between her pussy and the chair. She squirmed but couldn’t get away.
“Wait. Oh fuck, wait,” she huffed. She had to be sensitive by now. The lightest touch probably shoved her right to the edge of an orgasm.
Time to crank it up.
“Tell me,” he ordered, his fingers hovering over the speed switch.
She clamped her mouth shut and shook her head.
A spin of the dial and the vibrations intensified, the chair made more noise from the shaking, and she squealed as another orgasm ripped through her.
“Ow. Oh god! No! Fuck!” Jerking her hips did nothing since he was completely focused on her, he followed her and twisted the toy along with her body, not giving her a moment of peace as her orgasm waned into something more intense.
“Scott!” she screamed and jumped in the chair as best she could manage.
“Whoa,” he chuckled. “Just tell me and you can stop.” He pulled the small bullet from his back pocket and twisted the bottom with this thumb, springing the miniature toy to life.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, her body writhing within the restraints, and her mouth hung open taking in breaths and whimpering at the same time. Almost there. He knew the signs, could see the fatigue. She’d cave. And he would catch her when she did.
Leaning forward he swiped his tongue over her large nipple, bringing it to a hard peak.
She groaned, but he wouldn’t stop, not until he had what he wanted.
“Why’d you leave?” he asked, the little bullet positioned.
She half sobbed but shook her head. At least one part of her was beginning to understand how this worked. He asked, and she answered. If only she would stop overruling her mind and let herself fall into the moment.
“Okay, then.” He moved the bullet closer to her nipple, his attention refocused on her face. Her eyes flew open just as the tip touched the little bead.
Another moan. A moment of pleasure that wouldn’t last, but she didn’t know. How could she?
He licked his lips, watching her expression. The parting of her pouty lips, the crease in her forehead as the vibrations worked their way through her breast. He scooted the vibe at her pussy higher, putting more pressure on her already overworked and over sensitized clit.
“Oh.” She rolled her head to the side.
One more click of the dial and the bullet sped up. Her pouty lips pressed together firmly. The soft crease between her brows deepened, and her eyes flew open as the vibrations started to take effect. A little sensation could be great; too much would make her feel like her nipple would ignite.
He didn’t bother suppressing his laugh when her eyes filled with betrayal and she glared at him.
“Why?” he asked, softening his tone.
“Oh fuck.” She inched her hips closer to the edge of the chair, seeking or avoiding, he doubted she could tell the difference at the moment.
“Scott, too much.” Her head bowed making her hair fly back in front of her face. “Okay. Okay!”
He removed the bullet from her breast and turned the speed down on the vibrator at her pussy.
“Tell me.”
“Give me a second to breathe.” She shook her hair away and took several gulping breaths. Stalling.
“Nope.” He brought all the toys to full speed and went back to work.
“Travis Dixon!” she screamed just before she groaned and her body jerked. Another orgasm had taken hold of her. The chair shook along with her movements, her mouth open in a silent scream.
He dropped the bullet to the floor and eased the vibrator away from her, replacing it with his hand and rubbing her gently until she relaxed into his touch and she leaned her head back to catch her breath.
Travis Dixon.
Just hearing the name sent his blood to a simmer, but he had more pressing business at the moment than thinking about that prick.
“Good girl,” he whispered, pressing kisses to her shoulders and chin while he worked the restraints. “Such a good girl.” He unclasped her ankle restraints and brought the legs of the chair back together, reattaching bolts before setting his attention to freeing her hands.
“I’m never going to orgasm again,” she whispered.
He chuckled.
“You will. I promise.” Once her arms were free, he scooped her up and walked with her to a set of chairs in the corner.
He kept her in his lap, lifted her legs onto the chair beside them, and finagled a blanket around her body to keep her warm. Even with the thin layer of sweat on her forehead, she smelled fresh from a shower. He snuggled her closer to him.
They sat quietly. He wouldn’t disturb her too soon.
“You played dirty with that vibrator on my nipple,” she accused in a light tone. “It felt really good until it felt really bad.”
He grinned and rested his chin on her head. “I know.”
“Of course, you did.
“So. Travis Dixon,” He clamped down on the blunt wording he wanted to use to express his feelings about the man. “What did he do?”
She sighed and pushed away from him enough to meet his eyes. “We dated. It ended badly.”
“How badly?” If that asshole put one fucking hand on her, he’d wreck him.
“Badly enough.” She whirled her legs off the chair and pushed away from him, wrapping the blanket around her.
“Were you partnered with him?” Travis didn’t work well with others, and if he hadn’t changed much in the five years since he’d worked with him, he really didn’t work well with women.
“No. He worked the gang unit, and I was homicide.”
He didn’t stop her from pacing around the room. As long as she kept talking, she could keep walking.
“So, what happened?” He remained in his seat, unwilling to interrupt her by moving toward her.
“I took a trip home to see my mother in Chicago and made the mistake of asking him to stop in and feed my cat. He took it upon himself to have a look around and found my toy box. When I got home, he teased me about it and said I was into some sick shit.” She wandered over to her pile of clothes and scooped them up.
“Asshole,” Scott muttered.
“Yeah. Well, it got worse. I broke it off. Aside from the sheer disrespect of that comment, it was obvious he’d never step up into the dom role.”
The idea of any woman submitting to a prick like Travis made his fists clench.
“When I got back to work, people would snicker when I walked past them, stare at me.”
She didn’t seem like the type to give in to pressure, but he didn’t comment.
“It wasn’t their childish shit that got me. Travis made every day harder than it needed to be. I think he was pissed that the chubby girl in homicide blew him off. He thought I should have been on my knees begging him to be with me instead of breaking up with him.”
“You didn’t report him? Go to HR?”
She dropped the blanket and worked her way back into her clothes.
“For what? So an investigation could be opened and we’d all be questioned? The last thing I needed was to talk to my union rep about my kinks. So, I took leave and got myself a transfer.” She shrugged and slid her shirt over her head.
He’d heard of people being outed at work or in their personal lives and how hard it could be for them, but knowing Sophie had to change districts because of that son of a bitch made it more real. But that was the exact reason Black Light existed. To keep those situations to a minimum. A safe place for them to play.
“You think I’m some weak little woman, now, don’t you?” She folded her arms over her chest and leaned against the table where he’d laid out his toys for the night.
Just minutes ago, she�
�d been in the throes of an orgasm. His cock had been steel hard. But here she was, dressed, the evening winding down. His cock had been completely ignored, yet he didn’t have regrets. Satisfaction came in many forms, and hearing her open up to him meant just as much as any orgasm he might have.
“No.” He shook his head and stood. “I’m still trying to wrap my brain around you being a cat lady.”
Chapter 12
Susan James was a first-class bitch.
Sophie opened the digital files Craig had sent over. So far, she’d only uncovered emails throwing co-workers under the bus and blatant attempts to steal clients.
No wonder there hadn’t been any memorial services planned at McAnistor. Not a soul mourned her.
Between the stealing and the conniving, the suspect list grew each time she opened an email. Rubbing her eyes, she sat back in her chair.
“Hey,” Scott touched her shoulder as he rounded her desk to his own. A light brush of his fingers, nothing more. Yet her body reacted as though he’d just stripped her naked. “Find anything useful?”
She waved at the computer. “Nope. Not at all. Forensics got back to us, though. There are exactly three sets of fingerprints in the apartment. Susan’s, the maids, and the super’s—which can be easily explained with the leaky faucet he fixed the day before.” She pointed to her computer screen. “Which is also backed up by the nasty email she sent him requesting the service.”
“Not a gracious woman, huh?” He sat in his chair. Having their desks facing each other made conversations easier, but it also eliminated any privacy.
“Not someone I’d like to deal with on a daily basis.” Sophie grabbed her coffee and took a sip, keeping her eyes on the computer.
The weekend had been spent mostly with Scott. Saturday they’d had lunch together, then seen a movie that turned into dinner. Sunday breakfast at his place had been followed by another session of panty melting make-outs and a solid spanking before he fucked her against the kitchen island. But she’d passed on spending the evening with him at his friend’s house.
