My third finger meets no resistance because I’m so wet. I thrust it into me, making sure the heel of my hand rubs over my clit as I do. A small moan emerges from my throat.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Seth asks. “Imagine it’s my cock instead—stretching you, reaching places you can’t reach on your own. Wouldn’t you like my cock inside you right now, you naughty little brat?”
“Yes,” I moan, closing my eyes to better visualize the picture he’s painting.
“Of course you would. But am I going to give it to you?”
I blink my eyes open and look up at him in bewilderment. “Um…yes? Aren’t you?”
“I told you that riling up a Dom on purpose is only going to bring trouble for you.”
“I—” Shit. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
His lips stretch in a sadistic smile. “You will be.”
He unbuttons his slacks and pulls out his cock, stroking it. I love watching him do that, I love watching the angry pleasure on his face and the rough way he handles himself.
“Keep touching your cunt, brat.” Another long, angry stroke. “It’s a race. If you come before I do, you win. If you don’t come before I do…you don’t come at all.”
Fuckity-fuck-fuck-fuck. A jolt of panic moves through me. I start rubbing the heel of my hand faster over my clit. The finger in my pussy barely matters at this point. If I don’t come after he’s gotten me so turned on, I’m pretty sure I’ll perish.
With my free hand, I play with one of my nipples, pinching it just to the edge of pain. Seth gives me a mocking grin, reaches over, and pinches the other nipple.
He doesn’t hold back like I do. I cry out in pain, even as a flood of arousal drenches my pussy.
The whole time, he jacks his hand up and down over his cock. A glistening drop of pre-come appears at the crown. I want to lick it.
As if sensing my desire, he leans over my face, putting his dick right in front of my mouth. I stick out my tongue to taste him. When I pull my tongue back, he rubs his cock head over my lips.
“I hope you’re close, brat, because I could come any second.” His hand works faster.
I am close, but am I close enough? I glance up at Seth’s face, at his cruel, calculating smile.
His gaze is focused at where my hand moves at my pussy. “Go ahead, brat. Come if you can.”
Those words tip me over the edge. My orgasm grips me, squeezing my limbs tighter and tighter until I burst, crying out with my release. Seth groans loudly as he comes all over my chest, spurts of sticky liquid landing on my tits and stomach.
We stare at each other for a long moment before his lips curve in a gentle smile. No more mockery, no more disapproval. “Fuck, Madison. You’re perfect. Don’t move, I’ll be right back with some tissue. Although”—his grin widens—”I’m tempted to make you get dressed without cleaning up, make you wear my come for the rest of the day.” He shakes his head while giving me a threatening look. “But we’ll save that adventure for another time.”
DAMIANO
My eyes are starting to cross. It’s been two days since Seth received the photo of his parents. I’ve spent hours reading mission summaries from the past five years, searching for any insights as to who, other than Point Ops, would hate us enough to kidnap Seth’s parents.
Seth knocks on the frame of my open office door. Two men stand behind him.
“Come in.” I gesture them forward, relieved for a break from reports.
The men following behind Seth look familiar, but I can’t place them. Both men are dressed like Seth and me, in expensive suits, and they look to be around our age, probably in their mid-thirties.
Seeing my confusion, Seth says, “Damiano, you remember Landon Sprechter and Cody Wells, from Midnight Intelligence Network.”
“Of course, the investigation firm. We met at that fundraiser a couple years ago.” I stand and shake their hands. Landon has close-cropped brown hair, with a tiny bit of gray at the temples, and a short beard like Seth’s. Cody’s hair is lighter brown and his face clean-shaven.
“We also met at Low Vice recently,” Cody says. “A few minutes before the last auction started.”
“Ah, right. Sorry I didn’t recognize you. It isn’t often the two worlds clash. But it’s good to see you both.” I send a questioning look to Seth. “May I ask…?”
“I wanted some outside help.” Seth gestures for them to take the two chairs in front of my desk while he pulls up a third for himself. “Fozz is great at what he does, but we’re asking him to do the job of four people, and he’s only one guy.”
