Enticing me.
“Let’s just say you don’t want to find out.” I lifted my eyebrow, daring her to continue with this line of conversation.
“Hmmm… You need a lesson in practicality, Mister Prosecutor. Whatever happens, we’ll need to practice the fabulous art of BDSM. In other words, I need to learn how to be a good little slave. Maybe if I pass the test, my acting ability will ease your fears.”
We were effectively engaged in a standoff. The woman was formidable. “Then your first lesson is in learning to follow the rules and only speaking when spoken to.”
My calculated barb brought a wash of various emotions crossing her face, the last being fury. Yet she offered a wide smile.
“I guess you’ll need to buy me a collar and a leash. That is what all masters do with their slaves. Right?”
The urge to discipline her was very strong, yet I smiled in return. “A very good idea. That way, I can chain you to the bed. Now, after our verbal gymnastics, are you ready to get down to the work I will allow you to do?” I’d push her buttons as much as she’d pushed mine.
My balls tightened, the ache in my cock doing very little to persuade me to keep the promise made.
“Of course,Master. While I very much appreciate everything you’ve done so far, forgive me for remaining uncertain that you as one man can bring down this organization. They are far too powerful and you seem to forget, help wasn’t forthcoming from anyone else.”
“Only I’m not just one man.”
“Ah, yes, some fabulous group of buddies.” She fully intended on challenging me and getting what she wanted.
“Who will do what it takes to crush the Privileged.”
“With my help.”
I took a deep breath and leaned forward, now only inches from the stunning blonde. With a single finger, I traced the long line of her neck, enjoying the tingling sensations way too much. “Only if you follow my rules without question.”
Her nose wrinkled as soon as she pursed her lips. She’d thought she would win the argument. She was right about one thing. She didn’t know me well at all. While I might he hesitant with my decision on how to move forward, I knew instinctively keeping her inline would be a necessary evil.
Such vile thoughts were running through my mind.
She regrouped immediately, taking an extraordinary amount of time to drag the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip. As soon as she did, my cock twitched. Damn the woman. When she dared trace her finger over the intricate lines of the ink on my forearm, even shuddering, I sensed all bets were off.
“Why, yes, sir.” Said with even more attitude, although the spunk was preferable to the despondency, which I had no clue how to handle.
Mmm… The spanking might come sooner versus later.
She took a decided step away, studying me over the steaming cup of java.
In doing nothing more than watching the way she held the mug of coffee, her soft lips clinging to the hard ceramic, I was pulled in a direction that I should consider unprofessional.
Yet with every passing second, it was becoming increasingly more difficult to control both my thoughts.
And my needs.
However sadistic they were.
“Good girl. Here’s how we’re going to play this. First, we work on the sketches and we combine the information we have. After that, we play it by ear. But you are right. You’ll need to trust me, Reese. That’s how we’re going to rescue your sister.”
I wasn’t certain I could trust myself around her.
“If the sketches are going to be most effective, I’ll need colored pencils.” Her utter defiance and determination continued.
“I think I can arrange that.”
Another moment of being noncommittal. What I couldn’t bring myself to tell her was that I had no interest in allowing another man to watch, touch, taste, or fuck her under any circumstances. If anyone did, not only would I bring every law enforcement agency on them, but I’d do whatever it took to keep her safe.
Including crossing any line necessary.
