by Z. Stefani
His features were contorted with rage, but she could see the truth in the depths of his grey eyes. He was hurt. She shook her head vigorously, desperately trying to explain everything to him despite the scarf covering her mouth.
“I’m going to make you come for every lie that you told me.” He proceeded to tape one of the silver discs over her nipple. She shivered as the cool metal pressed against the nub into her breast.
“I’m going to make you come, over and over and over again,” he whispered lovingly. He kissed her scarf covered mouth as he taped the second disc to her other breast.
“I going to make you come so many times that your body is going to short out.” He spread her pussy lips wide as he taped the last disc across her clit. He fastened the long piece of tape across her nether lips to the inside of her thighs to keep it in place.
“We’ll work backwards from your most recent lie.” He grabbed a tiny black remote and sat in the chair that faced her.
“She says the culprits name is Clifton Branch; truth or lie.” He watched her eyes as he pressed the red button. She inhaled deeply and her body tensed up as all three discs began to vibrate. “That would be a lie.”
Many Orgasms Later…
Lux screamed loud enough to shake the trees and ripple the water. She screamed loud enough to crack glass and make hair stand on end. She’d literally lost count of the number of times that he’d made her orgasm. She felt delirious and drunk despite the lack of liquor. Her equilibrium was off, and she could no longer see straight. Her clit was now in a constant state of vibration and her body was limp despite the muscle tremors. She felt drained and was positive that her body could no longer produce fluids.
Dean pulled the disc from one breast and grinned at her before he took her nipple between his lips. She thought that she would instantly come when she felt the tip being pulled deep into the warmth of his mouth. Her legs juddered and her head spun as the intensity built inside of her. She shook her head as the sensation began to escalate.
“No… no more!” She screeched as he turned up the vibrators. He pussy felt like it would explode from the building pressure. He sucked her nipple fiercely as he slid his hand between her legs. He pushed his forefinger inside of her and she tightened up. She tried to pull away from the torturous vibrators and his talented finger, but there was no escape. The thought of being defenseless against his onslaught of pleasure was stimulating her further as well as increasing her level of frustration. She inhaled sharply as the orgasm gripped her body in its inescapable clutches. She closed her eyes tightly and screamed at the top of her lungs as the orgasm rocked her.
“That was a good one,” he said in a smug tone.
Although the orgasm was over, the vibrator wasn’t allowing it to fully end. Her body shook from the repetitive bursts of over stimulation to her swollen clit.
“I wonder how many more times you can come before you crack.” He began to slide his fingers inside of her, forcing the orgasm to linger.
“Nooo!” she cried under the scarf as she felt it spark again.
“Tell me his real name and I’ll stop,” he said as he pulled the scarf down from her mouth.
“I told you the truth… I don’t know his real name,” she cried breathlessly and then began to shake her head vigorously when he grabbed the remote. “No more!”
“I’m turning it off,” he reassured her as he turned the vibrators off. He pulled his drenched fingers out of her pussy and put them in his mouth for a moment. He then proceeded to untie her from the chair and carefully carried her back to the bed.
Being careful to avoid her over stimulated vagina, he laid her down and then sat next to her. He smoothed her damp hair back from her face and bent to kiss her lips.
“I want you to rest now,” he said feeling a pang of guilt for overdoing it.
“How am I supposed to rest when I just had like a thousand orgasms in a row? My vagina is still tingling,” she yelled dramatically. His guilt quickly morphed to lust at her words. He took a deep breath and got off the bed before he did something they would both regret.
“You don’t have to sleep, but you need to rest your body for a little bit. We’re not finished.”
He grabbed the top of her dress and pulled it up to cover her breasts. They were tempting him beyond reason but he knew that she needed to rest. He’d worn her out.
“I don’t know his real name,” she said in an agitated tone.
“We’ll talk about it later.” The ripped, sheer dress was doing nothing to hide her breasts. He pulled the cover over her, but she shoved it down and sat up.
“No, we will not discuss it later. We are going to talk about it right now!” she demanded.
“After you rest.” He sat back down next to her and held her face in his hands.
“I’m telling you the truth,” she told him.
He didn’t answer, he kissed her instead. He kissed her softly, urging her to open her mouth and accept his tongue. After a moment of gentle coaxing, she parted her lips. Holding the sides of her face he thrust his tongue into her mouth and began to kiss her into oblivion. He continued to kiss her until he felt her body settle down. She was exhausted and it didn’t take long. He laid her back against the pillows and then broke their kiss.
Her eyes fluttered open and she sighed, “I’m not lying.”
He kissed her forehead and then reached over to turn off the light. Even though the thick drapes prevented the sunlight from entering, it wasn’t dark enough… he could still see her. He lay next to her and pulled her close as she snuggled into him. He couldn’t sleep; not with his raging erection and no immediate source of release. He’d overdone it with Lux and he’d not only hurt her, but he hurt himself in the process. He wanted to slide inside of her so badly, but he knew that her body would not be able to handle any added stimulation right now. Instead, he lay wide eyed next to her, content to simply enjoy the way her breasts crushed against his chest.
The next couple of hours stretched out for what felt like seven days’ worth of neglect to his cock. He’d been fighting for control for the last thirty minutes and was relieved when Lux finally woke up. Dean almost lost the control he’d been using when she sat up and stretched her arms above her head. Her breasts bounced with her movements and forced his starving cock to stand at attention.
“Feel better?” he asked as he turned on the light.
“Oddly enough, I feel better than ever. But I do need a shower; I’m all sweaty and sticky.” She frowned as she slid to the edge of the bed.
“I bet you are,” he grinned as he got off the bed and helped her to her feet. He held her hand and watched her hips sway as they walked into the bathroom.
“Actually a long, hot, bubble bath sounds better,” she said as she bent to turn on the bath water. He took the opportunity to caress her ass, carefully avoiding her sex.
“Is your vagina still tingling?” he chuckled as she stood up.
“You tell me,” she answered as she grabbed his hand and put it between her legs, “does it feel like it’s still tingling?”
He growled as he grabbed the back of her head and bent to kiss her. Just as he was ready to embed his finger deep inside of her, she pulled his hand away, and stepped back to pull off her dress.
“Get in with me,” she said before she stepped into the tub.
“Good idea,” he said as he pulled off his T-shirt and tossed it to the floor. He was just about to undo his pants when his phone rang. He pulled his phone out of his pants pocket to see that it was his brother calling.
“I have to get this.”
“Okay.” Lux nodded as she grabbed the body wash.
“Yeah,” Dean hissed into his phone as he walked out of the bathroom.
“Got a minute?” Johann asked.
“Not right this minute; I’ll get a hold of you soon.”
“Make it very soon, I have some news,” Johann told him.
“Important?”
“Yes.”
> “I’ll call you right back,” Dean finished.
“Hurry,” Johann said before Dean hung up. He walked back into the bathroom with a frown on his face.
“Is everything alright?” Lux asked.
“It was my brother; something is going on at work,” he lied smoothly. “I need to call him right back. Finish getting cleaned up, and we’ll finish where we started when I get back.”
“Well can I at least have my phone so I can call my sister? I’m sure she’s worried by now.”
“Of course.” He nodded as he pulled a cell phone out of his pants pocket. He wanted her to have it in case she needed to reach him as well. “I was going to give it you anyway.”
“Like in case I slipped in the tub or something,” she grinned as she grabbed the towel and dried her hands.
“Exactly.”
“So does that mean that you won’t be tying me up while you’re gone?” she raised her brows.
“No, I’m not going to tie you up but if you do something that I don’t want you to do while I’m gone, I will punish you.” He warned her in a calm voice.
“I understand,” she said with a nod and a sweet smile as the image of his hand slapping her ass popped into her head.
“If you call that detective, that phone will alert me.” He said as he handed her the phone.
“Why the hell would I call him? He’s the one that got me into this damn mess.”
“Is he?” he asked, and she frowned at his question. She was about to remark on it when she caught a glimpse of the phone in her hand.
“Hey, this isn’t my phone,” she looked at the expensive, top of the line, fresh off the shelf phone.
“That’s your new phone. Everything from your old phone has been transferred over to this one.”
“You’re giving this to me?”
“Yes.”
“This is way too expensive; I can’t accept this.”
“You don’t have a choice. Look at the back of the phone… on the bottom,” he instructed.
Lux turned the phone over and saw the L<3 printed on the bottom. Her heart swelled with a million different emotions. She’s always put the L<3 on all of her own phones, and it warmed her heart that he’d noticed. She had always used nail polish to apply it, and the enamel always chipped over time. This had been professionally done, and it was flawless.
“I love it,” she smiled.
“I had it made before I found out about the pictures of my brothers ex-fiancée.” As he spoke, Lux’s smile faltered.
“You still don’t believe me?” she asked with disappointment.
“I want to believe you, but you kept his name a secret from me for too long. I know that his name is not Clifton Branch, and I believe that you know that, too.”
“I don’t what his name is.”
She was not upset that Clifton had lied to her; she was upset that Dean believed him. Under normal circumstances, she would be furious enough to destroy Clifton’s life for his trickery but right now, Clifton was the very least of her worries. She would deal with Clifton’s deceit later; right now the only thing she cared about was Dean.
“If you’d done a little research on him before you hired him, then you would know that Clifton Branch does not exist. I’ll be back soon,” he said before he left the bathroom.
He wanted to believe her but the voice inside of his head was telling him to use caution. She was tricky and the worst part was that he was already caught in her trap. He wanted her in his life, he needed her… but he was wary of her. He didn’t believe Michael Bender, but there were things that did not settle well with him.
Lux watched Dean leave the room and automatically went into action. She jumped out of the tub and grabbed a towel. She dried herself off and then grabbed the new pair of panties that she’d grabbed on the way in.
“You have to fix this, and you have to fix this now,” she whispered to herself as she looked around the room.
She knew that there was no way she would be able to convince Dean like this; not here. It made no difference what she said; he would only believe that she’d said it because he had her restrained. She needed to get away from him and try again. Once she was free, she would be able to make him listen. She would be able to talk to him without him using the scarf to shut her up. He would see that she was out of his reach and still maintaining the same story; he’d have to believe her. However, if that didn’t work, then she would find Clifton and force him to tell Dean the truth. One way or another, she would convince Dean, but she couldn’t do it from within these walls.
“But how in the hell do I get out of this place?” she asked herself before she focused on the window and grinned. Realizing that she could not go outside in her ripped, sheer dress, she grabbed the white T-shirt he took off before he left.
Once dressed, she walked over and looked out of the large window. She saw a cute little decorative ladder to the left hand side and her grin grew to a wide smile. Holding her phone tightly, she quickly opened the window and climbed out to the ledge below. She took a deep breath to steady herself before she inched her way over to the ladder; thankful that it was close to the window. She took the first step on the ladder and breathed a sigh of relief that it didn’t crack under her weight. Nevertheless, she held the ladder tightly as she somewhat slid down to the next step.
“Shit,” she cursed a little too loudly when she scratched the underside of her breast. She immediately looked around to see if Dean was near. She exhaled in relief when she didn’t see him come running from around the corner. She took her time as she climbed down the rest of the ladder and was once again thankful when she made it to the bottom in one piece, despite the scratch.
Dean rushed downstairs to his office and slammed the door behind him. He grabbed a bottle of liquor from the mini bar and walked over to sit at his desk. He poured himself a glass and quickly drained it. Fearing that the news would be bad, he poured another before he put the bottle in his desk drawer. He took a deep steadying breath and then called Johann.
“What did you find out?” Dean barked.
“I’m putting you on speaker; Vaughn’s here,” Johann replied.
“What did you find out?” Dean repeated.
“First and foremost; Bender fell off the map. He is officially M.I.A.,” Johann informed him.
“He’s gone?” Dean sat up in his chair.
“Yes. However, the pictures of you and the governor’s wife have turned up since his disappearance,” Johann told him.
“I’m surprised he waited so long,” Dean murmured.
“They were hand-delivered to In.ur.biz magazine but Claudio already had his staff prepared for it this time. They will not release the pictures,” Vaughn told him.
“Hand-delivered?” Dean questioned.
“It doesn’t matter; they sent the pictures to other magazines,” Johann interjected.
“They?” Dean asked as his stomach instantaneously knotted up. He felt as if time stood still for the brief moment that he waited for his brother to respond.
“Please don’t let it be Lux; please!” Was the only thought running through his mind.
“We found out that he’s not working alone,” Johann said but his words sounded like they were in slow motion to Dean.
“Lux?” Dean asked with a voice full of thick emotion.
“No. I’ve found nothing on Lux,” Johann wasted no time answering.
Dean exhaled the breath he’d been holding as he felt the relief wash over him. “Then who?”
“Reva Fallon,” Johann answered.
“Who is that?” Dean asked, not recalling the name.
“His ex-fiancée; the one that you fucked,” Johann reminded him.
“She hand-delivered the pictures to In.ur.biz,” Vaughn added.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” Dean said as he shook his head in disbelief. She was the last person he’d ever expect to help Michael Bender.
“Neither were we,” Johann agreed.
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nbsp; “Like I said, Claudio had his staff on alert so when she delivered the photos, they detained her until Claudio got there,” Vaughn said.
“Claudio called Vaughn on the spot. Needless to say after a few minutes with those two, she spilt her guts,” Johann stated with a grin.
“And then some. She claims that Bender was blackmailing her,” Vaughn added.
“I don’t trust anything she says. Don’t forget that she left Bender because she thought I wanted to settle down with her,” Dean reminded them.
