Viktor nodded grimly. “Yes. It happens here.”
Prue felt sick. “How are you so sure?”
Olenka waved her hands dismissively. “We are sure in same way as you. The spa.”
Prue blew out an explosive breath. She’d been right. Women were being sent who knew where, right from the spa at Cuero. She focused on the present, knowing she didn’t have unlimited time to talk to these two.
“Do you know who is involved?”
Olenka shook her head, frowning. “We have better idea who is not involved.”
“And who is that?” Prue realized she was holding her breath.
Viktor looked at her, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “Do not worry. Your Cyrus is clean. So is Lulu, and Alejandro. Everyone else, we are not sure.”
Prue felt faint she was so relieved. She’d hated thinking the worst of these people, and she was ecstatic to know they weren’t assholes of the highest order. She paused as she thought of something.
“Have you investigated Cruz? He seems to be heavily involved with the spa.”
Viktor frowned. “Cruz? Involved with the spa? He handles daily business for the club, but he does not work with people in spa.”
Prue shook her head. “No, I’m positive. The spa receptionist told me he was involved with firing a girl who had embezzled funds. She said Cruz handles all that kind of business.”
Viktor cursed in Russian, flipping open the report he was holding and reading through it with lightning speed.
“What’s that?” Prue peered over at the document Viktor held, curious to see what had triggered such a reaction.
“Phone transcripts,” Olenka supplied. “We record all calls now to see if we can determine who is having bad conversations.”
Prue almost laughed. She could only imagine the conversations Doms and subs would have on the phone.
“Here it is. I wonder for days what this means. My English and Olenka’s is not so good as yours. Maybe you can figure out.”
Prue reached out and took the transcript Viktor was holding. After reading a couple of lines, she realized it was between Cruz and another unidentified man.
Cruz: Hello, I see that my latest order has been delivered. I was so happy with the first order of sushi, it was so high quality, I wanted to have more.
Man: Yes, our sushi has always been some of the best in the world. You’re lucky we were able to send more on such short notice.
Cruz: I appreciate such fine customer service, and I trust you already received payment.
Man: We did. It is always a pleasure, Mr. Cruz.
Cruz: The pleasure is mine. Until we speak again.
Prue frowned. That had to have been the strangest conversation ever. Before she could comment on it, Viktor plucked the transcripts out of her hand and quickly leafed through to another page. He handed it back and gestured that Prue should read it.
Man: I hope you do not intend to order more sushi. We are unable to supply more for the moment.
Cruz: No, my last piece of sushi caused me some indigestion. I don’t want any more sushi for now.
Man: Indigestion? I’m sorry to hear that. What was the problem?
Cruz: The color was off, and I should have noticed beforehand.
Man: The color? What color was it?
Cruz: Well, I’ve never had violet sushi before, and I don’t ever want to again.
Man: Ha! Perfectly understandable. Can I interest you in another product?
Cruz: Yes, I’ve recently developed a craving for caviar. Can you send me some of that?
Man: Caviar? Yes, I believe I could manage that kind of order. How many cases would you like?
Cruz: Oh, ten cases should do for now. If I enjoy it, I’ll order more.
Man: Done. How soon do you need it?
Cruz: Well, now that I’m out of sushi, I’ll need it fairly soon. A week? Is that enough time?
Man: Of course, for a customer like you. One week.
Cruz: Excellent. I’ll look forward to it.
By the time Prue had finished reading the transcript she was grinding her teeth. “This does it. Cruz is running it from this end.”
Viktor and Olenka stared at her, openmouthed. Viktor spoke first.
“You are able to tell this from conversations about food?”
Prue shook her head grimly. “They’re not talking about food. It’s code, probably for the origin of the girls they’re trafficking.”
Olenka frowned. “So sushi is…Japanese?”
Prue nodded. “Or likely any other woman from an Asian background. The young woman who was accused of embezzling from the spa was named Violet. That’s right out of the conversation Cruz had with this mystery man.”
Viktor was nodding slowly. “It makes sense.” He drew in a sharp breath. “They said there was to be caviar coming in one week.” He checked the date on the transcript, blanching as he did so. “That is tomorrow.”
Olenka’s eyes were blazing as she looked at Viktor. “Caviar is Russian. They are to be bringing Russian girls for this traffic.” She turned her gaze to Prue. “We must stop this. Can you to be asking your people to come here immediately?”
Prue nodded vigorously. “With this kind of intel, they’ll be all over it.” She turned to Viktor. “May I please use the telephone? I don’t want to risk Cyrus overhearing.”
Viktor nodded, waving Prue to the phone. He appeared lost in thought.
As Prue dialed the familiar phone number, she felt a major twinge. She was going to have to explain to Cyrus what was going on, but she couldn’t do so until after the operation had been carried out. She couldn’t risk anyone else becoming aware of the situation. As her superior’s voice sounded over the line, Prue banished the thought for the moment. She was sure she’d be able to find the right moment to tell Cyrus.
Chapter 26
Prue was a bag of nerves the next day as she waited for news. She knew her people would be here already, and she had no idea what to think about any operation they might be running. She hadn’t seen any familiar faces in the club, although she’d been limited to Alejandro’s session and then had gone straight back to Cyrus’s house. Today in BDSM class, as Prue liked to think of it, Alejandro had tackled the topic of bondage. He’d brought in all sorts of delightful toys from cuffs to leather restraints to different kinds of rope, and he’d demonstrated each piece of equipment on Callie. Prue had been fascinated by each one of them, watching raptly as Alejandro explained the drawbacks and benefits. She’d thought the cuffs were sort of ho-hum, but the idea of the ropes was appealing. She’d squirmed a little on Cyrus’s lap as Alejandro had bound Callie’s arms behind her and had wrapped the rope around her in an intricate fashion, making a lovely pattern that seemed to arouse Callie beyond belief. Alejandro had ended the session by inviting the couples to play together, and had cautioned them about using equipment that was unfamiliar to them.
Now Prue was back at Cyrus’s house, and she was a horrible combination of aroused and anxious. As always, Cyrus seemed to sense her mood.
“What’s gotten into you today, pet? You’re so jumpy.” Cyrus dug clever fingers into the soles of Prue’s feet, massaging them the way Prue loved.
Prue tried to shake off her anxiety by making light of it. “Maybe it’s the idea of you tying me up, Sir,” she teased.
Cyrus was looking at Prue like he didn’t believe her. “You know, some subs find being bound soothing. It might help to relax you. Want to give it a shot?”
Prue looked at Cyrus in surprise. “What, bondage without the sex?”
Cyrus smiled slightly. “It’s my job as your Dom to respond to your needs, pet, and right now you don’t especially look like you need sex. Domination isn’t just sexual.”
Prue bit her lip. She didn’t know if she even wanted to relax. She might need her wits about her later, but the offer was just too tempting. “I’d love to try, Sir.” She felt a little shy, and she was pretty sure she was blushing.
Cyrus stroke
d her cheek. “There’s my sweet sub. Come.” He stood up, offering Prue his hand and leading her up to the loft when she took it.
When they reached the playroom, Cyrus gestured for Prue to remove her clothes. She made quick work of undressing, neatly folding her things and putting them away before returning to stand in front of Cyrus. His face had assumed the heavy-lidded look that she’d come to recognize went with his Dom side, and she found her breathing getting faster. Maybe she could do with a little sex after all.
* * * *
Cyrus’s mouth was practically watering as he drank in the sight of his gorgeous sub standing naked before him, her eyes cast down and her hands folded primly. He’d trained her well. He couldn’t resist leaning down and kissing her on the forehead before walking away for a moment, moving to release the swing from where he kept it tethered to a wall when not in use. He knew she’d feel the loss of his presence even though he hadn’t gone far, and he wanted her anticipation to spike before he returned. Prue was such a sexual being, he doubted very much she’d find only comfort in being bound, and he wanted the bondage to fuel her desire.
Cyrus bit back a smile as he watched Prue’s eyes dart up to the swing, taking it in before lowering once more. He was aware that her breathing had quickened a little, and he paused to draw out the moment. He walked leisurely back over to where she stood, pausing with his attention fixed on the swing, ostensibly checking the buckles and straps with minute care, allowing Prue to see the various ways he’d be able to use them to bind her in the contraption.
When he was ready and could smell Prue’s sweet pussy creaming for him, he turned to her and tipped her chin up with a single finger, beckoning her toward him with his other hand. He was gratified that she responded instantly, walking over to him with the nervous anticipation he loved so much.
Without saying a word, Cyrus gripped Prue’s hands and fastened a pair of padded cuffs around her wrists, drawing them up and attaching them to a D-ring above her head. Immediately Cyrus was conscious of Prue softening, and he wondered how long it would take to send her into subspace.
She squeaked deliciously as he fastened another set of cuffs around her thighs above her knees, and her gasp was incredibly gratifying to him as he tugged on a set of pulleys, adjusting the tension so that Prue’s legs splayed wide, held in place by the cuffs. Her feet lifted right off the floor as he added another set of cuffs to her shapely calves, and he quickly positioned a flexible band beneath her luscious ass so she’d be fully supported. He stepped back to admire his work, his eyes flicking with precision over each place she was bound to check for chafing or other signs of discomfort.
Seeing none, Cyrus leisurely began removing his own clothes, his eyes never leaving Prue. He hardened further as she swallowed visibly, the delicate muscles of her throat working to arouse him as he pictured spilling his seed between her plump lips. He caught her gaze and held it as he walked to a small drawer, opening it and withdrawing a set of dangling chains with tiny circles on the ends. He shook them out, enjoying the tinkle they made as the clinked against each other, and walked back over to his sub. He was happy to see that her pussy lips were pink and swollen, and he could see her tiny clit beginning to peek out at him from under its hood.
Drawing out the silence, Cyrus bent forward and took one of Prue’s peaked nipples into his mouth, sucking hard on the little berry before drawing back. He smiled wolfishly at her as he raised the chains and slipped one of the rings over Prue’s distended nipple, his fingers nimble as he quickly turned a tiny screw until Prue was uttering little cries from the pinch of the sudden tightness on her tit.
Cyrus quickly treated Prue’s other nipple to the same torment, and he went down to his knees before her, delighting in her frightened gasp as he gripped her thighs and tipped them up. The motion caused the swing to tilt back, the counterweight allowing Prue’s body to become weightless as Cyrus manipulated her, and she was clearly nervous that she had such little control. Cyrus gloried in it. He eyed the creamy folds bared to his view and leaned forward, inhaling Prue’s warmth before blowing a cool puff of breath against her clit. Prue moaned from above him. Cyrus wasted no further time, leaning further in and trapping Prue’s little bundle of nerves between his lips, rolling and sucking the sweet bud out of its concealment. He didn’t intend the caress to be arousing in the traditional sense, rather he wanted Prue to ride the wave of sensation as he released her swollen clit and slid the third ring over it, making her scream as he treated it to the same pinch as her nipples.
When Cyrus stood back up, he carefully kept Prue off balance so that the chains were lying against her body. She hadn’t yet appeared to realize that her nipples and clit were now connected, and Cyrus wanted to watch her beautiful face as she made the discovery. He smiled sweetly at her, unsurprised that she was unable to smile back. Her mouth was open in a delicious “O,” and she was panting a little. Cyrus narrowed his eyes. Let’s see if we can make that a lot.
He released his grip on Prue’s thighs, allowing her to return to an upright position, and at the same time allowing gravity to do its work. He was fascinated as Prue stiffened, then screamed. The purpose of the chains had registered in her eyes, and she was moaning uncontrollably as they tugged her nipples and clit downward.
Cyrus kissed her gently on the mouth, then walked around to stand behind her. He quickly donned a condom from a nearby table and reached in front of her so that his hands were splayed on her inner thighs, bending his knees so that the tip of his cock kissed the opening of Prue’s sex.
Prue squirmed as much as she was able, making Cyrus laugh. She really didn’t have very much mobility in the swing, and he could feel himself starting to slip into topspace knowing he was completely in control of the situation. He forged up into Prue’s slick heat, loving the startled sound she made at his intrusion. He thrust leisurely up into her, enjoying drawing out the moment. Cyrus withdrew one of his hands from Prue’s thighs to play with the chains still connecting her pink parts. He plucked at them, making their clinking into a harmony with Prue’s sounds as her nipples and clit were tugged and pinched.
Cyrus grew tired of the game, sensing that both he and his sub needed more. Prue had let her head fall back to rest against him and was now almost silent, and Cyrus was thrilled to see that her beautiful eyes were wide and she had the ghost of a smile on her lips. Subspace indeed.
He withdrew his cock from the heaven of Prue’s pussy, spinning her around in the swing to face him and quickly attaching a pair of cuffs to his own wrists. He slid another padded support around Prue’s lower back, removing the cuffs from her thighs and moving the ones from her calves down to her ankles. He attached his own cuffs to the ones on Prue’s ankles with short lengths of chain, pleased by how docile she stayed. He raised his own arms to rest on the D-ring to which Prue’s hands were bound, giving her a little slack so she’d be more comfortable. His cuffs, bound as they were to the ones on Prue’s ankles, caused her movements to mimic his. As such, when Cyrus raised his hands, Prue’s ankles rose as well, tipping her right back so that she was lying down in midair against the support Cyrus had placed behind her back. Her pussy was completely open to him, and he didn’t waste any time, thrusting once more into her molten depths as the chains jiggled and bounced. He gritted his teeth as he watched Prue’s face, the ecstasy there mirroring the way he felt. He continued to thrust, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, and his last thought as he felt the beginning ripples of Prue’s orgasm caress his dick was that he didn’t ever want to leave the moment.
* * * *
Much later, Prue woke up alone on the bed in the playroom. She stretched languorously, smiling as she recalled how well she’d taken to bondage. After releasing her from the chains and swing, Cyrus had carried Prue to the bed and had done something to her he’d called shibari, some sort of Japanese-inspired bondage with a silken cord. Prue had found the whole process of being bound by the cord incredibly soothing, Cyrus’s movements as he wove the cord a
round her almost hypnotic, and she’d fallen asleep before he was even finished. Now as she stretched, she noticed that he’d left one end of the cord long enough for her to reach so that she could extricate herself. Grateful to him for the small kindness, she rolled over, not quite ready to get up yet. She seemed to recall Cyrus kissing her sweetly before saying he’d be in his office at the club, and that she should meet him there when she woke up. Not sure how long ago that was, Prue sighed as she realized she’d better get up and moving.
Her eyes widened as she heard footsteps outside the playroom door. She must have slept longer than she’d thought. She sat up and was just beginning to untie herself when the door burst open, startling her. She cried out in alarm as a man poked his head in, a man who was definitely not Cyrus.
“Jesus, Prudence, have a little dignity.” The man’s eyes swept over Prue with disgust. “Get your ass up. We’ve been calling you to tell you we’re moving in for the op, and here you are, doing…whatever it is you’re doing.” The man shook his head before withdrawing from the room, slamming the door behind himself.
Prue felt her stomach tighten in shame. That had been Andrew, one of the members of the team she worked with at Homeland Security. She looked down at herself, blanching when she saw what he’d been looking at. She gasped as the full implications of his words sank in, and she began rapidly undoing the cord, unwinding it from around her body and leaping to get dressed once she’d extricated herself. If Andrew was here to tell her they’d moved in, then her time was up. Her team had already arrived, and Prue felt sick as she thought about what they’d been up to.
Chapter 27
Prue moved like a zombie as she made her way to Cyrus’s office. The people at Cuero were scurrying around, concerned, and the club was ominously quiet. Prue hadn’t seen anyone she knew and she wondered where they all were, prompting her to head for Cyrus’s office. As the owner, it would be likely her team would want to talk to him. Her heart hammered and her stomach rolled as she envisioned the upcoming conversation she’d have to have with him.
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