by Livia Grant
The crack of the riding crop snapping across her thighs echoed in the small room, but it was the way her whine filled the space that made him really happy.
“In case you misunderstood your situation, McKenna. This interrogation is not optional, and neither is your honesty. Get the picture?” Tapping the riding crop on his palm, he stood over her until she finally looked up at him, jaw clenched and blue eyes blazing.
“I don’t think this interrogation technique is exactly legal, Officer Bartlett.”
“Hmm, well, I guess it’s lucky for me you’re not going anywhere then, isn’t it?” He loved how strong she was glaring up at him. She was just so damn fiery. It wasn’t just because of her hair either, she was vibrant through and through, and sexy, and beautiful… and that made the possibility of never playing with her again sting a lot more than he’d expected it to.
But if she had an issue with alcohol, if she’d put them both at risk tonight because of it, then he couldn’t continue. Not tonight, not ever.
The thought was bitter and sobering, and it made it a lot easier to take a step back from her.
“So, you had vodka with cranberry when you arrived?” he repeated, getting back on track as he pulled his chair a little closer and dropped into it.
“Yep.” She popped the end of the word, trying to irritate him, but he ignored it.
“How many?”
McKenna rolled her eyes again, sighing loudly. “You already know how many I had.”
“Then it should be pretty easy to answer the question,” he retorted, and the bitchy criminal faded from her face a little as she met his gaze.
“Two.”
“Both vodka?”
“Yep,” she confirmed, but this time she looked away, and he couldn’t tell if that was embarrassment or if she was hiding something.
“Have anything else to drink today?”
“Sure did!” McKenna shifted on her seat, unable to sit all the way up in the position he’d cuffed her in, but she did her best, lifting her petite chin in defiance. “I started with my morning coffee, had some water too. Pretty sure I had an energy drink and a cup of tea in the afternoon and—”
“That’s not the question.”
“Really? You asked if I had anything to drink today, and I’m pretty sure all of those are beverages that you have to drink… unless you have some other way to take in your coffee?” she smirked. “You into those coffee enemas, cop?”
Leaning forward, Landon cracked the crop across her thighs again, reveling in the way she hissed air through her teeth, her feet bouncing on the floor as she tried to ease the sting.
“Goddammit!” she shouted. “You’re being ridiculous!”
“Ridiculous? I don’t think it’s ridiculous to find out if the sub I’ve been playing with decided to get lit before she showed up at the fucking club, McKenna! Who the fuck do you think would end up in a real interrogation room if you changed your mind about this shit when you sobered the hell up?” He’d definitely let his temper off the leash for a moment, raising his voice, but he reined it back in when he saw the hurt expression pinch her delicate features. Groaning, he propped an elbow on his knee so he could bury his face in his hand and block her out.
He hadn’t meant to say any of that. Not yet anyway, or maybe not at all, but he was off his fucking game around her. As a dom he depended on reading his sub’s body language and facial expressions to know how she was doing, but every single thing about McKenna was in question. She was a professional actress so there was no guarantee that any of it was real.
Their whole night could be a lie.
Hell, she could be lying right now. It’s not like he was an expert on people.
“You really think I’m that kind of person?” she asked, and her voice was much quieter, more like the version of McKenna he’d spent the night with instead of the bitchy criminal she’d created for the role play.
Sighing, he sat up, but he wished he hadn’t.
McKenna Bell was either a fantastic fucking actress, or she really was about to cry this time.
“Is that what you think of me? Just because I had two drinks when I got here?” She stopped, shaking her head and chewing on her lip for a moment while she glanced at the mirrored wall. People could be, and probably were, watching, listening, and he didn’t know if she was going to call an end to the night right then and there.
The thought made him want to tell her that he didn’t care about the drinks, just to keep her there, but the problem was that he did care. It was his job to care about that shit. He was her dom for the night, but before he could figure out how to explain that she dropped her gaze from the mirror and took a breath.
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” she whispered, shrugging a shoulder as she stared at the floor between them. “I already told you I didn’t drink before I got here. I’ve had a shitty week, and I was nervous about what would happen tonight so… yeah. I had both of the drinks I was allowed to have before the spins. But you obviously don’t believe me, or you wouldn’t be asking me again.”
“I want to believe you, McKenna, I—” do believe you. The words almost came out, but his dad’s voice in the back of his mind wouldn’t let him say it. He’d never been great at trusting people, and as much as he wanted to believe she was being honest with him, too many guys fucked up their lives over a pretty face. Fuck, he’d spent his entire career avoiding that mistake.
But if he was going to make it for anyone… he’d probably make it for McKenna Bell.
“You want to believe me, but you don’t.” Huffing, she glanced over at the mirrored window again. “You know, earlier tonight you asked me if I trusted you. You said you had to know if I trusted you or we couldn’t play, and I told you that I did and then I put my safety in your hands, and I don’t know what more I could do to show that.” A hushed, bitter chuckle slipped past her lips before she continued. “The thing that kills me is I still like you, even after this bullshit, and I do trust you, but you can’t give me the same courtesy.”
It felt like someone had punched him in the gut, all the air leaving his lungs as he tried to come up with something to say, any reasonable response, but there wasn’t one. He’d been a total asshole, a fucking hypocrite, and he’d let his own baggage cloud his judgment like an idiot. “McKenna, I’m—”
“No, it’s fine…” She sniffled, shaking out her hair as she lifted her chin and put on a brave face that he knew wasn’t real. “I guess that means the game is over, right?”
Shit.
No. No fucking way.
The idea of her walking out, of him never getting to taste her, or hear her come in his ear while he fucked her just like he’d described earlier in the night… he couldn’t handle that. Shit, the idea of anyone else touching her was even worse. If he ever saw her tied up or bent over in front of another dom he’d probably break the asshole’s jaw.
He wasn’t going to let that happen. Luck had dropped the little redhead in his lap for the night, and he had to believe that wasn’t a mistake. He was the only one that had made a mistake in questioning her, and he’d almost ruined everything by pushing her away.
“Before you call the DMs or whatever, can we at least do one more thing?” She shifted in the chair. “Maybe… give you another blowjob?”
“What?” Landon’s thoughts were already on puree inside his head, but her asking to suck his dick again almost broke his brain completely. “You… what?”
“I’d like to give you another blowjob.” A small smile tugged at her lips when she looked up at him, and he loved the way her cheeks turned pink as she met his gaze. “I mean, I’m already at the right height, and you can think of it like an apology for fucking up the night. I admit it was stupid of me to have both drinks back-to-back, but…” Another shrug of her shoulder. “I still had fun, and you gave me more than a few orgasms earlier so it’s only fair.”
Yeah, his brain definitely wasn’t working right, because there was no way he’d heard her correctly.
“You want to give me a blowjob?”
“If you’ll let me.” That pink tongue slipped out to wet her lips as her gaze dropped to his slacks. “I mean, I’ve always liked doing them. The whole submissive mindset thing, and you seemed to enjoy it earlier. Plus, you taste good, so I just figured it would be a better end to the night than—”
“Who said the night’s ending?” The crop fell off his lap when he got up, but he didn’t even glance at it as he closed the distance between them. Bracing his hands on the back of her chair to lean close, he loved the way her lips parted, that little gasp of breath waking his cock up.
Yep, he was absolutely about to do the dumb thing and think with his dick… but he didn’t care.
“I’m not quitting, McKenna, are you?”
“No, sir,” she whispered, and he was undone. Grabbing the back of her head, he caught a handful of her hair and captured her mouth in a kiss. Her moan buzzed against his lips just before she parted hers to let him in, their tongues colliding as he craned her neck back to take control.
Everything about the kiss was better than he’d imagined. She was yielding but just as hungry as he was, and the fucking noises she made were raw and real and it made him want to see what other noises he could pull from her.
Breaking the kiss, he stared down into her eyes, both of them breathing just a little harder. “For the record, I do trust you. Yes, having two drinks back-to-back was stupid, especially when you didn’t know who you were playing with, but I believe you.”
“You do?” she whispered.
“Yes, and I know how lucky I am that you trusted me with your submission tonight.” Craning her head back farther, he nipped her lip, lowering his voice as he figured out exactly what he wanted. “And the night isn’t over. You’re still mine and I’m absolutely not done with you yet. Now, get up.”
“Um,” McKenna shook the cuffs against the chair, and he groaned, releasing her hair so he could dig out the keys.
“Stupid fucking roleplay,” he muttered under his breath, but her light laugh had him smiling as he took the cuffs off and tossed them aside. “What’s so funny?”
“I thought I played a criminal pretty well.”
“Yeah, about that… I still owe you for calling me an asshole.” Grabbing her hair again, he pulled her up from the chair, leading her toward the table. “And that’s just to start with, but I want to do something else first.”
“What’s that?” McKenna turned to look up at him, and he knew he’d done the right thing — even if it blew up in his face later — because she looked absolutely beautiful when she smiled.
“I’m going to taste this sweet cunt you’ve been keeping nice and wet for me all night.” Slapping the top of the table, he jerked his chin toward it. “Get up.”
“Yes, sir.” She was grinning as she hopped onto the table, but when he wrapped his hand around the rope running between her thighs and pulled, McKenna groaned. “Fuuuuuck.”
“Sore?” he teased, reaching past her to pick up the safety scissors, but he didn’t cut the rope right away. Instead, he moved it back and forth, tightening and releasing it just so he could watch her face change. “How’s that knot working for you?”
“Pretty sure my clit is raw,” she joked, but he could tell there was a little truth to it, and the thought of the pleasure and pain she’d experience as he tasted and fucked her turned him on.
“Then I think it’s done its job, and I need it out of the way anyway.” Snipping the rope, he dragged it slowly free, putting the scissors on the little medical tray the DM had forgotten to take with him when they’d hastily changed the room. He didn’t care if it looked like an interrogation room anymore, he was way more interested in just how soaked her pussy was. “Be a good girl for me, lie back and spread your legs.”
“Yes, sir.” McKenna obeyed him and he definitely liked the real her, actress or not, more than her criminal alter-ego. When she tucked her heels onto the edge of the table and dropped her knees to the side, he had to bite down on the groan. Her cunt was red and so wet from the constant attention that her skin was shiny in the lights.
“Fuck yes,” he said, half to himself, and she took a breath like she was going to make a comment, but Landon didn’t want to wait. He leaned in and dragged his tongue through her folds and whatever she almost said came out as a whimpery moan. Looking up the angle of her body, he commanded her to “Do that again.”
Grabbing onto her hips, he pushed her up the table so he could brace his elbows on the end, holding her exactly where he wanted for the next long lick. When he flicked his tongue over her clit, he got another whine that was music to his ears. So, like the sadist he was, Landon focused there, sucking the little nub while she squirmed and begged. “Fuck! Wait, wait, sir, pleaaase!”
Delving his tongue through her wetness again he moved his thumb to rub circles over her clit, forcing her to take every moment of the pleasure and pain while her hips jerked and twitched. That war between seeking more and being overwhelmed was his favorite part of going down on his subs, and he’d never understood the guys who thought they were above it.
When else could he have this much focus and power over her responses?
It wasn’t an implement or a toy bringing her to the edge of sanity, it was him. His hands, his tongue, and he fucking loved it. Especially with how vocal McKenna was. She wasn’t stifling her moans or the whimpers, and every time she said please his dick twitched like it wanted to answer the request — but that wasn’t going to happen yet.
There was no way to maintain this kind of control while fucking her, and for the moment he was enjoying every lick and every cry, because she tasted incredible and sounded even better.
“Sir, please, please, please!” McKenna begged, getting louder with every repeated plea, and he looked up from between her thighs without taking his thumb off her clit. She was propped up on her elbows, but when he added a little more pressure to her clit, her head dropped back as she let out a groan. Her pert breasts angled toward the ceiling as she arched, letting out unintelligible murmurs that had him smiling.
“Did you have something you wanted to say?”
“Fuck, yes, but— oh my God! Sir, please, I can’t…” Another long whine as she tried to twitch away from his touch, but she wasn’t going anywhere unless she gave him a damn good reason.
“Can’t what?”
“Talk!” she shouted, letting out a half laugh, half moan, that convinced him to give her a little break. Leaning down for one more lick, he dragged it out before looking up the plane of her body again.
“Okay, talk.”
“Jesus Christ… you…” McKenna was panting, flushed from nipples to hairline, and he chuckled.
“Not Jesus, but thanks for the compliment. Is that all you wanted to say? Because I’m not done.”
“No, I want to, um—” She looked at him again, and he lifted his eyebrows, waiting. McKenna blew out a breath and then so quietly said, “I want to try it with you.”
“Try what?” he asked, confused, and when she rolled her eyes, he smacked her hip. “You’re not playing the criminal again, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“No. I told you earlier why I had that thing on my limits list, but… before you make me come again and I lose all ability to think straight, I wanted to tell you that you can, I mean we can. Because I want to. With you.”
Fuck.
She couldn’t be saying what he thought she was. No way. Pushing up from the table, he leaned over her, bracing his hands on either side of her rope-bound ribs so that he could clearly see her eyes. His mind was already spinning fantasies and his dick was completely on board, but he had to make sure. “You’re talking about anal?”
“Yeah,” McKenna whispered, and her cheeks were red enough to compete with her hair. With her wide blue eyes looking up at him, she looked so utterly vulnerable. Small and more than a little nervous, but she was still offering to cross it off her limits list… for him.
And
he totally hadn’t earned that kind of trust from her.
He’d basically accused her of being a drunk in front of who-the-fuck-knew how many people, but this beautiful, fiery submissive was giving him permission to cross a line she’d had in place since that bastard had hurt her.
Dammit, Landon…
Grabbing onto her hips, he yanked her down the table so he could kiss her. He tried to start gently, but she reached for him, nails digging in over his ribs as she met the kiss without any hesitation over tasting herself on his lips. Then he felt her thighs squeezing in at his waist, inviting him in, trusting him, and he calmed the kiss down, trailing his lips across her jaw and then to her neck.
“Please, sir? I want to, I want it to be you,” she whispered, and he clenched his jaw, grabbing onto the edge of the table as his dick went to war with his head — but he already knew the only answer.
Leaning up again, he brushed the hair off her cheek, meeting those baby blues as he did the right thing, even though it really, really sucked. “Listen, McKenna, I’m glad you trust me enough to offer that, but…” He shook his head, smoothing out the wrinkle that appeared in her forehead. “We’re not crossing that line tonight.”
“But I want you to—”
Landon pressed his thumb over her lips to stop her from begging, because his self-control was already wearing thin, and it was taking all his sanity to make the right choice. “Hey, I didn’t say never, did I?”
“Please?” she begged past his thumb, and he groaned low.
“Why tonight?”
“Because I trust you, and I think you could make it good, and tonight is supposed to be about testing limits, right? So, I just wanted to let you know I’m okay with it, if you want to, but it’s okay if you don’t, I mean—”
“Really?” Grinding his dick against her ass, he chuckled. “You really think I don’t want to?”
“Then why?” she asked softly, her mouth forming a tempting pout, and he sighed.
“If we do that, someday, I’d want to do it right so you will enjoy it, but that takes time.”
A smile slowly spread over her lips as McKenna reached up to thread her fingers into his long hair. “Did you just imply you want to play with me again?”
