Page 56 of Revenge & Truth

“You fucking bitch,” a man yelled.

The voice was familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it, and I had no plans on standing. My Queen had told me I was to remain on my knees until she was quivering in that office chair. I was a good boy and had every intention of making that happen, no matter who was in the room with us.

“Detective White, how the fuck did you get in here?” Astin demanded, her voice icy, telling me she’d donned her emotionless mask.

Not wanting to be discovered, I maneuvered myself under the desk. By no means did I want the one cop who hated anyone connected to the Caprioni Family to know I was here.

“Doesn’t fucking matter how I got in here,” White snarled. “Don’t even try to tell me it wasn’t you who did this.”

The booming sound of something slapped on the desk right over my head made me flinch.

“Hold up there, Mr. White Knight,” Astin sassed as I saw her put her hands on her hips. “First of all, how dare you fucking barge your way into my home, let alone my office. Second, I’d like to know if you’re here on official police business or as a concerned citizen. We both know it wouldn’t be as a fucking snake who works with Harvey O’Hagan. That would blow your cover.”

God, I loved it when Astin got all riled up, always ready with the perfect clap back, no matter the situation. Not only was she facing down a cop who could try to lock her up, but someone we also knew was having their strings pulled by the founding families. Holding my breath, I waited to hear what his response would be.

“You see this badge… it allows me to go wherever the fuck I want when I want,” White shot back.

Astin’s response to that was to start laughing. “Holy fuck, you believe that, don’t you? I hate to break it to you, Detective, but that isn’t how the law works. You must have cause or a warrant to enter my home, neither of which you have. So, I suggest you march your ass the way you came and get the fuck off my property before I call your boss.”

He scoffed at her threat, making me cringe just a little, knowing he was only making things so much worse for himself. “Fucking bitch, you’d love to make that call since the dirty bastard is on your payroll.”

“Since our taxes pay the police, I suppose in a way you could say he works for me. However, that means you work for me as well if we’re going to make those claims,” she reasoned.

White didn’t seem to have a response to that, creating an awkward lull in the argument. I took it upon myself to make the most out of the situation and get back to what I was doing before he so rudely entered. If he’d given me two more minutes, it would have been perfect. She was so close to coming now with how irritated she was, it would make my job ten times harder. A submissive’s job is never done.

Starting at her ankles so as not to scare her, I applied a little pressure, asking her to widen her stance. If she refused, then I knew my advances weren’t welcome at the moment, but I couldn’t hold back the grin when she gave in to my request. I ran my hands up and down her legs, teasing her as I ducked under her skirt and twisted to sit right under her, giving me the best angle to work with. Tucking the silk of her ruined underwear out of the way, I gripped her thighs tightly before I latched on to her pussy.

I sucked hard and fast on her clit once before soothing it with a gentle caress of my tongue. I felt her entire body tense and her legs shake ever so slightly. It would seem I didn’t lose all the work I’d done before the bastard arrived. The detective was speaking again, but I tuned him out, not giving a flying fuck what he had to say, knowing he’d never win. They would have to send every last one of us lieutenants to jail before being able to pin something on Astin, not to mention she was always incredibly clever to clean up after herself or create another plausible enemy.

The way Astin was absolutely drenched, her pussy juices soaking my face as I thrust my tongue into her, told me how much she was enjoying the danger. Not only were we doing this in front of someone, it was one of our top enemies. The irony of doing something so intimate while staring danger in the face quite literally was perfection. I had to keep from moaning as she changed her stance to better pay attention to her perfectly sculpted ass. Shifting my hands higher, I grabbed her cheeks and pulled them apart to give me more room to maneuver.

“Look, I’m going to give you one last chance to walk away and forget you ever dared to show up here and threaten me,” Astin warned, her tone betraying that Darkness was stepping in to take charge. “Everything you’ve said to me here is being recorded, so don’t even try to spin this because I have proof you came to harass me. How would it look if I got a restraining order on you? No judge would ever take you seriously after that, no matter what you cook up in your master plan to frame me for something I never did.”

So far, it seemed that Darkness wasn’t going to do anything too overkill, but I didn’t trust she wouldn’t. Crawling out from between Astin’s legs, I again kneeled before her, shrouded in the protective darkness of her skirt. This angle gave me more freedom to use my hands, and fingers were a must if I was going to divide her attention. Using my spit to lube up my pointer finger, I worked the digit into her ass while slipping my thumb in her pussy.

“Fuck.” Astin cried out as her hands slammed on the desk and her knees started to give out.

Quickly, I twisted so my shoulder was between her legs, and I supported her torso with my head as she folded over. Giving her a chance to catch her breath, I didn’t move a muscle, but I could feel her pulse through her pussy walls as they spasmed around my thumb.

“Oh, don’t even try to play tricks on me. Just because you’re a woman doesn’t mean I won’t treat you like all the other criminals I’ve put away over the years. They all belonged behind bars, and so do you,” White stated, clearly assuming her episode was some ploy. “You might have the world fooled, Miss Caprioni, but I know the truth. It takes pure evil to tie someone up like that and leave them for dead. Maybe I should ask you for a handwriting sample? See if they match the words written on his rotting dead body.”

Oh, was that what he slammed on the desk when he walked in? That death was brutal, but I knew the truth behind it, and honestly, it made me feel so loved. Interestingly, our dear White Knight didn’t connect the dots to realize his actions against Atticus and me were the reason Astin found out the palace even existed.

“Do what you think you need to, Detective White, but know if you choose to make this personal, what happens as a result is on you,” Astin cautioned.

This time when she spoke, I knew my plan worked, and Astin was once more in charge. I slowly teased my fingers in and out of her with shallow thrusts. My goal was to bring her back to the edge so the second this fucker left, I could make her scream my name loud enough for the bastard to hear. Then he’d know there was a witness to the whole event to back up the video if it came to it.

Using my free hand as balance, I leaned in and added my tongue back into the mix with slow flicks and the occasional swirl around the sensitive bundle of nerves. The sensation of her pussy clamping around my thumb told me I had to be careful not to send her tipping over the edge. If she orgasmed with this prick around, I’m not sure I’d get the praise I was looking for. Astin needed to maintain her power in front of the detective, never allowing him to spot her weakness. So, to avoid that, I slowly removed my fingers and gave her long, sweeping licks from bottom to top, keeping the engine purring but not adding any more fuel to the fire.

“Boykov,” Astin yelled, the barest hint of desperation in her voice told me I made the right call.

The sound of the door opening made me smile, knowing what was coming next.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Please escort Detective White out and alert the rest of our staff that he is no longer welcome on our property,” Astin ordered. “Detective, the next time you wish to accuse me of something, contact my lawyer or have a warrant in hand. Your boss will be hearing from me shortly.”

“If you would follow me, Detective,” Boykov instructed, making it clear he wasn’t taking no for an answer.