What in the hell was he going to do with her?
CHAPTER 5
She felt his tension. Something had changed. They’d grown close enough she could almost smell the hint of anger erupting from every pore in his body even though she couldn’t hear anything. The only sounds were the hard thumping of the disco music vibrating on the floor and walls. A sudden rush of terror flowed into every cell, as well as her mind. She could be left here in this condition for hours.
Then again, he could do much worse.
Not only had she allowed her guard to fall, but she’d left her service weapon unattended. This was Federal Agent 101 shit and she’d failed miserably. Why? Because she’d fallen for some French-speaking Italian dude who happened to look fabulous in a suit and could wield a leather strap like nobody else?
“Pierre? Please tell me you didn’t leave.” Sophia wiggled. The clanking sounds of the metal portion of her binding made her cringe all over again. There was no possible chance she was getting out of this by herself.
The sound of silence created a moment of near hyperventilation. Straining, she couldn’t see anything but the blessed cabinet housing methods of raw and ugly discipline. She bit back a cry, the odd dichotomy of the enjoyment she’d just experienced, along with the anguish of riveting fear was almost too much for her system.
“I’m here, love. I would never leave you unattended.” His velveteen voice seemed more seductive than before, the slight baritone chuckle sending a river of desire into every muscle.
Maybe she was overreacting.
“Was I a good enough girl?” She had to keep the conversation going. She also needed to look him directly in the eyes. If he was lying about everything, which her mind was shifting further in that direction, she could tell in his eyes.
“For?”
She felt his presence behind her, his hot breath skipping down the length of her spine.
“The chair.” Sophia twisted her head, peering at the odd-looking contraption. None of her vibrators looks like the bulbous crescent sitting a solid two inches about the hole in the chair.
“Let me think.” Pierre laughed, the tone lighthearted as he walked closer, fiddling with the straps on her ankles.
She could see no sign that he’d tampered with her clothes or purse, but a consummate professional would make certain no one could ever tell.
He almost ripped at her bindings, moving quickly to release her. When she was freed, he eased her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling into her neck. His whisperedwords sent a chill throughout her body. “The art of being good means many things, my lovely Ashley. I have the distinct feeling you were born to be bad.”
Before she had the opportunity to ask what he meant, he’d swept her into the chair, positioning the thick vibrator in the middle of her pussy. The thick plastic was uncomfortable as hell at first and she sat up straight, trying her best not to rest on the device. Her legs remained tense and she strained as he crouched on the floor. The tawse was very close, within reach. The man was going to drive her insane with agony then ecstasy.
He hummed as he yanked the leather straps around first one wrist then the other, his eyes twinkling. “What are you thinking?”
“That you have full control.” The pain in her backside was biting, the spanking much harsher than she would have imagined. The damn vinyl in the seat was biting into her skin, a direct reminder that she’d been punished like a very bad little girl.
Hell, yeah, she’d take that badge, almost like a dunce’s hat. When she got out of this predicament—no, if she did—there would never be a single person on a case that she’d trust again for any reason.
Not for sex.
Not for punishment.
Not for…
Sighing, the electrifying touch from his fingers was almost too much, sending shockwaves into her tense muscles.
Pierre slid his hand down her calf, wrapping his fingers around her ankle. “You struggle with the woman inside, the one you’dprefer to be. All your training keeps you from letting go. What a shame we won’t have enough time to satisfy all your needs.”
“And why is that?”
Smiling, he tightened one strap then the other before reaching for the set of controls and moving to a standing position. “This should be very worthwhile.”
“I’m not certain that I…” Her words trailed off the second he switched on the apparatus, the gleam in his eyes something she’d never forget. He was enjoying the hell out of himself.
He also wasn’t going to answer her questions. Damn him. Damn the position she’d placed herself in. She could end up at the bottom of the ocean, feasted on by sharks and not a single person would notice for a solid two days. By then, it would be too late.
“Is something wrong, Ashley? You look flushed.” He moved the knob, studying her intently.
