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.
“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 whispered words 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’d prefer 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.
The flash of pleasure was enigmatic, forcing her toes to curl.
There wasn’t a portion of her body that wasn’t quivering from the intense vibrations, her breath ripped away.
She gasped, dropping her head as the vibrations rushed into her pussy.
There was no way she could stop her muscles from clenching, clamping down on a nonexistent cock.
“Oh. Fuck. Fuck!”
Growling, he inched closer. “You’re beautiful when you’re hungry to come but only do so when I allow you to. If you disobey me, you’ll be punished all over again.”
“You’re… terrible,” she managed through clenched teeth.
His response was flicking the knob further, his grin becoming evil, highlighting the sexy as fuck dimple in the middle of his chin. Right now, she wanted to wipe it off his face.
Moaning, she closed her eyes in an effort to try to stop an orgasm that was right around the bend. The sensations were strong enough to bring tears to her eyes. She’d never experienced such extreme pleasure, the kind that bordered the most heinous pain, near agony.
“Fuck. Fuck!” Every part of her was wet.
Her pussy.
Her neck.
Her breasts.
She was unable to think clearly as he stood in front of her, shaking his head.
“What I would give to have weeks with you, locking you away to do exactly what I commanded you to do. Imagine the rounds of pleasure, the turmoil of pain you’d experience.
The weeks could change your life.” Pierre allowed her to see the control mechanism.
“I only have this on medium. Imagine what high will do.”
“I… And what would…” She couldn’t put a single coherent sentence together no matter how hard she tried.
“Yes, I would keep you shackled, even caged while I was away, only to be set free by my command. How would you handle that, sweet Ashley? Would you thrive or go mad?”
“Pierre, I…” She licked her dry lips, watching with fascination as he twisted the knob again. The instant jolt of electricity was brutal yet beautiful, creating the kind of dazzling sensations that she’d never be able to describe.
He knelt down in front of her, dragging the tawse across her breasts. “Imagine the types of punishment I would inflict, the rush of ecstasy allowed. But only when you were a good girl. I’m no longer certain that you know what that means.”
She took several deep breaths before biting down on her bottom lip to keep from crying.
There was no way she could hold back much longer.
She could tell he was toying with her, teasing her on several levels but there was an absolute darkness swimming in his eyes.
Even with his banter, he was grilling her. “Pierre!”
“Is there something you need to confess? Do you need to tell me truly naughty things you’ve done in your life?” Leaning over, he kissed her on the cheek then slid his open mouth to hers, darting his tongue around her lips. “Confession is good for the soul. You don’t even have to be Catholic.”
When he turned the intensity all the way up, she lost it, her body shaking violently as the climax came in wave after wave. “Oh, God! Yes. Yes!” Her scream was high pitched, floating in the room.
Pierre hovered in front of her, lifting her chin with two fingers. “As I said, you’re a very bad girl. The kind of training you’d need would be all encompassing, taking hours of my time. I’m not even certain you could handle that.”
“Fuck… You…” Sophia was unable to stop the harsh words from escaping as the orgasm ripped away at her sanity, the vibrations never stopping. They drilled into her very core, yanking her into darkness.
“I think you have that wrong, sweetheart. It’s the other way around.” He crushed his mouth over hers, thrusting his tongue inside.
She tasted remnants of wine and bourbon, the intensity filling her mouth. Everything was more extreme, heightened in a way that left her exhausted and weak. Their tongues swirled together in a forceful manner, both vying to take the lead.
When he broke the kiss, he smacked the strap against her breasts, hard enough she yelped. “Hours and hours I’d take until I broke you, molded you. Then you’d truly belong to me.”
“I could… never belong to you.”
“We shall see about that.”
Why did she have the feeling that he was telling the truth?
“You have rocked my world, lady. You have no idea.” Pierre’s words were laced with a different vibe.
She anticipated that he would take her right here, fucking her then dropping her off at the hotel.
When he released her, holding her in a gentle caress until she stopped shaking, she was thrown by his change in behavior.
Exhausted, she clung to him, fingering his shirt.
Her instinct was to remain wary, find a way to get out of his sight.
But her desires had indeed awakened her, allowing her to experience things she would likely never have the opportunity to again.
And she wanted more.
The need became overwhelming, obviously for both of them. She ripped at his clothes, groaning as she struggled to remove them.
Pierre responded, laughing in a guttural manner as he jerked off his jacket. “Fuck, I want you.”