“I have a couple of appointments today.” Both Boi and the Trenton DA had me booked up, and while I really wanted to climb back into bed, I did have a job to do. Stepping back, I continued, “I will be back tomorrow since the club is closed tonight.”
There was a quick nod as he returned to his phone call, resuming his conversation with practiced ease that belied the brief, intense moment we had shared. Once again, there was the undeniable reality that something had changed between us. As I walked out, I looked over my shoulder, and he gave me a small smile, the previous tension between us nowhere to be found.
Chapter 23
Thedistrictattorney'sofficewas only a mile from the Lounge, but the distance between his public persona and the man on all fours before me was immeasurable.
"Fucking crawl to me like the cockroach you are."
His eyes, the same ones that stared down murderers and mobsters in court, now gazed up at me with desperate hunger as he crawled across the polished concrete floor. His expensive suit jacket and dress shirt lay discarded in the corner, his bare torso flushed with exertion and anticipation.
He’d told me he’d lost his case today and needed to be punished. He hadn’t gotten justice for his client, and one of Azzaro’s men had walked free. I took the riding crop and lifted his chin with its leather tip. "Mr. District Attorney, you've been very bad today, haven't you?"
He nodded, a whimper escaping his lips.
He shifted slightly, adjusting his weight on his hands and knees. That small act of self-comfort earned him three sharp strikes across his shoulders. I flogged him methodically,watching welts rise on his skin like a signature I was writing across his body.
"On the table," I commanded, my voice low and dangerous.
He complied immediately, lying face-up on the bondage table. I secured his wrists and ankles with padded cuffs, leaving him spread eagle and vulnerable. His cock was hard and leaking pre-cum down the length of it.
"Please, Lady E," he whispered, all traces of his courtroom authority dissolved.
I circled him slowly, my black leather boots clicking against the floor, metal stiletto heels punctuating each step with a threat. The violet wand hummed to life in my hand, its electrostatic energy crackling as I brought it near his skin.
"Silence," I ordered, tracing the wand along his chest, watching him writhe and gasp as the current danced across his skin. Small, thin red lines slowly rose along the path, marking him as my little cockroach.
I worked my way down his body, teasing and torturing, building his need. When I finally circled his cock with the wand, I could see how close he was to exploding. As I swiped a finger through his pre-cum, he watched as I slowly licked it off the tip, and his hips bucked involuntarily.
"Please," he begged, sweat beading on his forehead. "I need to . . . I can't hold back . . . Please let me—"
"Your release is mine," I reminded him, increasing the intensity. "Only I decide when you deserve it."
His face contorted with the effort of restraint, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. He'd been so good today, following every command, accepting every punishment for his failings in court. Since he had taken everything I’d given him, I decided to reward him.
"You may come," I whispered, pressing the wand directly against his balls, just the way I knew he loved.
His entire body convulsed as he cried out, his release shooting high into the air and landing on his stomach. I watched with clinical satisfaction, the same way I imagined he watched juries deliver guilty verdicts.
When his breathing finally steadied, I leaned close to his ear. "Same time next week, Mr. District Attorney?"
“Yes, ma’am.”
After he cleaned up and redressed, he lingered at the doorway, one hand on the knob, hesitating. I could see the transformation beginning already—the district attorney persona sliding back into place like armor. His shoulders straightened and his chin lifted. But he wasn't quite there yet.
"Elin," he said, his voice caught somewhere between command and question. "I've been meaning to ask you something."
I raised an eyebrow. "This sounds official."
"The Azzaro family." He watched my face carefully. "Just because we lost today, doesn’t mean that we will stop going after them. My office has been tracking their movements. Your club appears on their financial statements."
I kept my expression neutral as I surgically cleaned my instruments. "After my father died, we became partners. They're investors in several businesses around the city. Mine included."
"How close is that relationship, exactly?" His eyes narrowed. "Off the record."
"They're business partners. Nothing more." I placed the violet wand in its velvet-lined case.
He stepped back into the room, the door still half-open. "Come on, Elin. This is the Azzaro family. I know you hear things. See things. The Azzaros don't just invest in businesses without . . . involvement."
