The Sweep and the Noble Lady ~ Part II

“That lying, cheating, little scoundrel!” Marietta Sullivan looked at her best friend with disgust. Coralee had called her earlier that evening and the two were currently sitting out on the terrace, looking over the grounds where the stables were located and catching up on the town gossip. Of course Coralee’s gossip was most likely the juiciest at the moment. “You should serve him divorce papers and toss his worthless hide out. Seriously, Coralee, I don’t see why you haven’t done that already. It’s one thing to cheat, it’s another thing to not only get caught, but to get caught with your pants down while screwing the cook. Could he be anymore predictable?”

Coralee partially agreed with her friend, Jefferson had been beyond predictable having an affair with the help. Divorcing him though, no that she couldn’t do. She was a proud Southern woman, and Southern women didn’t handle their problems by sweeping them under the rug or pushing them out the door. No, they handled them by making sure the other party knew that they would not take being taken advantage of, and they did it by any means necessary and with style and grace, of course.

“Divorcing him would be too easy. What lesson could he possibly learn from that?” Picking up her glass of tea Coralee took a sip, hoping it would cool her down some from the hot summer Texas day. Standing, she crossed over to the railing and looked out over her ranch. “No, it has to be something more drastic than that.”

Marietta stood as well and moved to join Coralee, the animosity towards her husband was clear on her best friends face. Her dark mocha skin was pinched, causing the slightest of wrinkles to appear between her eyes and her full lips were drawn in a straight, tight line. It didn’t deter from her beauty though. As the former Ms. Midland, and Ms. Texas runner-up, not much of anything could deter from the woman’s beauty. Piling her dark black hair on top of her head and holding it there with one hand, she pulled out a fan from the purse she still had hanging from her shoulder and started to fan away the heat.

“What kind of lesson?” Marietta replied. “He would be penniless. He would have nothing, not even the clothes on his back. Which, might I remind you, was bought with your money.”

Coralee turned her attention away from where she had been watching the ranchhands working with her horses and smiled at Marietta. “I love my husband, Mari, I don’t want him gone. I just want him to learn his lesson. Enough so that he will never think about stepping out on me again.

Her best friend raised a brow in question. “You have something in mind, don’t you? Don’t you dare hold back on me, I want to know everything.”

“As any good Southern woman, I believe one should do unto others as they would have done upon them. Which means I plan on having Jeffereson find out just how hopeless and degrading it is to have their own spouse find pleasure with others, especially when that other is someone who works for you.”

Something over by the stables caught Coralee’s attention and she lost her train of thought. Stepping out of the open wooden doors was a male she hadn’t seen before. If she had, she certainly would have remembered him. Standing over six feet tall, he had strong, wide shoulders that stretched at the dirty white t-shirt he wore as he lifted a water bottle to his lips to take a long drink. She bet those lips were firm, just as she imagined that those hands were hard and calloused and would move over a woman’s body with confidence and strength.

His short brown hair was damp with sweat, and a strand of it fell against his forehead, drawing her attention to bright blue eyes. Running her tongue over her bottom lip, her eyes continued their journey over his body. He wore a pair of worn Wrangler that hugged his ass to perfection and a little purr escaped her lips over the discovery.

“What?” Marietta asked, pulling Coralee from the fantasy that had just entered her mind of finding out exactly how firm his ass really was.

“I believe I have just found the perfect candidate to fill the position.” And fill me, she thought as she watched the man toss the water bottle on a near bye stack of hay and head in the direction of the fenced in arena.

“Who?”

Without saying a word, Coralee pointed in the direction of the stable boy and she heard Marietta make an appreciative sigh.

“A man that looks like that could make a woman forget she even had a husband,” Marietta commented as they both watched as he lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe away the sweat from his brow.

Thank God for the Texas summer heat, Coralee thought as six-pack abs and tanned skin met her view. She had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep from making anymore noises.

“For eight hot, steamy nights I plan on having him do just that, and so much more.” Forcing herself to turn away, she looked towards the open door that lead to the great room and called out for her maid.

“Annabelle!”

Annabelle appeared out of nowhere, hustling out onto the terrace. “Yes, ma’am?”

“Come here, I need your assistance on something.” Coralee waved her over, giving her favorite employee a sweet smile.

Without question, Annabelle hurried over and stood next to her. Coralee slipped her aem through hers, turning them to face the grounds, then patted the maid’s hand.

“You see that man out there? Dark hair, strong jaw, and a body that makes a woman’s hormones dance with excitement?”

Anabelle squinted her eyes against the sun and searched the area. Her lips pursed together and then both brows drew up. “You mean Justin? The stablehand?”

“Justin,” Coralee purred the name at the same time the male in question turned in her direction and their eyes locked, causing a shock of excitement to course through her.

“Yes ma’am. His name is Justin Cash. I believe he just started working here a couple months ago. He’s a nice enough man, a little to rugged for my tastes. Did he do something wrong?”

“Wrong?” Coralee almost laughed. “No, he didn’t do anything wrong. I need you to fetch him, get him cleaned up and bring him to my room tonight, after sunset.”

“Ma’am?” Annabelle’s eyes grew wide at the request.

“Don’t ask questions, sweetie, just do me this favor.”

“Yes, of course.”

Once Coralee released Annabelle’s arm, the maid headed back inside the house to complete her duties.

“You are diabolical. Brilliant, but diabolical,” Marietta laughed. “That poor boy had no idea what he’s in for.”

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Justin Cash stood motionless as he met the eyes of Coralee Montgomery, the vision that owned the ranch he was working for. Never in his life had he seen anything sexier. She had curves that a man could spend all day exploring and that red hair said she was probably a wild cat in bed. Of course, she was married and he’d probably get his nuts cut off for even looking at her. But she was staring back, those green, cat like eyes looking at him like she enjoyed what she saw.

“Justin! Get your fucking head out of the clouds and get to work. You’re not being paid to drool over something you will never have. Sure, she’s nice to look at, but females like her don’t lower themselves to our level. Plus she’s probably stone cold in bed and she’s married.”

Turning his gaze away from the redheaded goddess, Justin nodded at his foreman and got back to work. He might never have a female like that in the flesh, but that didn’t stop his imagination from coming up with every possible way he could take her.

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The moment Coralee said goodbye to Marietta and stepped into the house, Jefferson was there blocking her path.

“You can’t seriously still be thinking about going through with this? Coralee, buttercup, I made a mistake. I admit to it. Give me a chance to prove how sorry I am.”

The look he was giving her reminded her of a lost puppy. While she found it endearing, it certainly didn’t make her want to let him off the hook. Stepping up to him, she placed her hands on the side of his face and rubbed her thumbs against his cheeks.

“My dear, sweet husband, you act as if you have a choice in the matter.” Her voice was soft and sweet, and her eyes looked into his with an understanding that told him she knew he meant what he said, but so did she. “You made your bed, now I plan on fucking whoever I want on those sheets. Life is about choices, darling. You made yours and now you will grin and bear the consequences if you want this marriage to continue.” Leaning up she placed her lips against his and sighed when he grabbed onto her hips and forced her closer.

He kissed her like a dying man, hot, hard and desperate, reminding her of the way they had once been. Back when there had been passion and a sizzling need whenever they were near each other. She kissed him back with just as much urgency. Soon she felt herself pressed up against the wall. She was so lost in the way his tongue was expertly moving against hers that she didn’t notice being moved.

Releasing her lips, Jackson started to nip against her neck, causing her to tilt her head to the side to allow him better access. “No one can pleasure you like I can,” he declared as his hand moved from her hip and cupped her breast through the thin, silk material of her blouse. Her nipple hardened against his palm and she let out a moan. He squeezed her breast once before traveling his hand down her body until he got to the short hem of her skirt. She didn’t stop him as he maneuvered his hand between her legs, in fact she widened her stance. His fingers found her heat through the lace panties she wore, and he started to rub them along her sex. Hips bucking for more, she moaned and grabbed onto his shoulder.

Pain stung at her neck suddenly. She had been so distracted by the feel of his fingers rubbing against her clit that she hadn’t felt his teeth nip hard against her neck until it was too late. She knew the purpose of that bite. He was marking her as his for whomever would see it. The action sent a thrill through her. It has been too long since she had felt like he wanted her. He wanted her now, just like she had planned. The feel of his cock straining against his pants, pressing against her belly was proof of that.

“You like the way I touch you, don’t you, buttercup?” Sliding his finger underneath her panties, he plunged it inside her then drew it in and out of her body several times before removing his hand completely. His eyes were stormy when he looked down at her. “No one can ever fuck you the way that I can, either.”

Smiling slowly, she patted his cheek then pushed him back. “I guess we’ll find out soon, won’t we love?” Straightening her clothes, she slipped out from between him and the wall. “Thank you for getting me all worked up for later. I would suggest you find some place else to sleep for the next 8 nights.”

As she started to walk away she heard him call after her, the anger and frustration clear in his voice. “You wouldn’t dare!”

Even though he could no longer see her face, she smiled a slow, devious smile. Not only would she dare, but she’d enjoy every moment of it.

The Lady and Her Five Suitors: Part Two

The men were easy enough to manipulate. The Kazi, Muhsin, only needed soft whispers in his ear of all the things Jamila would let him do to her when they finally met outside the prison. The Wali, Afzal, melted as soon as she palmed his cock through the fabric of his robes. The Wazir, Basir, needed a little more prodding then the other two but as soon as she sat across from him and trailed her hands down to her mini skirt, hiking it up for him to take in the bare view he was eager to accept any deal she had to offer. It was the king, Djonda, who had taken her by surprise.

She gripped the steering wheel as her mind trailed back to the events less than thirty minutes ago. She had stepped into the King’s chambers expecting a simple seduction. What had happened had taken her completely aback. Jamila had entered the room and the King met her gaze. He immediately dismissed his guards and motioned for her to come closer. She felt his eyes not only undressing her but possessing her. It was unnerving, he reminded her of her husband, always wanting to control and covet every prize they found. Her stomach knotted, but she kept her composure and bowed as soon as she was at the step in front of his throne.

“What is it that you seek to ask me, my dear?”

She licked her painted lips. “I ask for the release of my brother, Hassan.”

“I do not believe Hassan is your brother.”

“What?” He head snapped up. “My King, I assure you—”

He waved his hand. “It matters not, lovely. You are a vision sent from Allah to reward me for all of my good work.”

“I…” She was stunned speechless.

“This is what I want in exchange for the release of the prisoner. I want you.”

“But what if I am not available.”

“I am the King, even if you are married, my right as King to have any woman in the land can not be stopped by a mere husband.”

She swallowed hard and cast her eyes downward. She wasn’t afraid but she knew she had to act the part. “But my lord. My husband paid a high price for me, he surly wont be happy about giving me up.”

“He has no choice.” The King ran his hand down to his crotch and rubbed himself, “I’ve never seen a beauty like yours.”

Gotcha. She suppress the smile that wanted to tug at her lips. “It would be an honor.”

“You will stay here, you will receive me tomorrow night, willingly. Then I will sign the release and make sure the others sign as well.”

Shit. That wouldn’t work, the others were coming to her house, where she could put her plan into action. “Oh your Majesty. I— um…”

His frown was surprisingly frightening. “What seems to the be the problem. You want this prisoner freed, correct?” she nodded while trying to think of something, anything to say to counter his demand that she stay there. “Then there is no problem.”

Jamila stepped forward, her eyes smoldering with desire she conjured up thinking about hers and Hassan’s get-away, she licked her lips and dropped to her knees. “It would honor me if you would take me in my home, in my brides bed where I can receive you and praise Allah for allowing me to be possessed by you.” She slipped her hand up under his robes, trailing them upward until she reached his throbbing cock. He smiled, obviously liking the sound of that. She stroked him slowly and purred as precum pool at his tip. I want to receive you in every way possible, I know no one could ever possess me the way that my king can, but I beg of you to allow me this honor of having you in my house.”

He nodded his head as she stroked him thinking it over. “Let me feel your mouth on me and then I will decide.”

She licked her lips and tucked her head under his robed, sucking and licking for less than two minutes before the old king lost control and filled her mouth with his seed. She made sure to lick him clean before coming up from under the heavy robes. “Did I honor you, my king?”

“Yes, you did, my dear.”

She smiled. “Then will you honor me?”

“Yes. But I have a condition.”

“What is that?”

His lips twisted into a cruel smile. “You have no say tomorrow night in what I do to you. Do you understand me? I am your master now. Do you agree?”

“Yes, my king. I understand.” She stood up and walked out of the room a little more embarrassed than she should be. This man was a little too good at playing the game. Tomorrow night she’d need to step it up before he gained the upper hand on her.

The car pulled into the empty parking lot where her driver was waiting for her. He tipped his hat. “All finished, Lady Jamila?”

“Yes, can you take me home now? I’m in need of my ladies and a nice long bath.”

He waited for her to slide out of the drivers seat and make her way to the back. Opening the door for her he nodded his head. “As you wish. Do you need anything else from me this evening?”

She took her seat and ran her fingers through her long dark hair. “Not tonight. Tomorrow I will need everyone gone for the evening, I will be doing some entertaining and I don’t want to be interrupted.” She looked up to see the questions in his eyes. “Do not worry, it’s nothing you need to worry about telling my husband. You may visit me after my bath and I will make it worth your wild to remain silent.”

He leaned down and gave her a soft kiss. “You wound me, my Lady. You don’t have to bribe me, although I will take you up on the offer.”

          She smiled and waited for him to shut the door. The ride back to her penthouse was quick and silent. She had a lot of plotting to do and very little time to get all of her suitors taken care of.

Sudden Debt: Merchant and the Jinni Part II

“Have a seat, Mr. Salib.” The woman inclined a delicate chin toward the chair directly in front of her. The same seat the man in the suit suggested when he arrived.

“No, thank you. I prefer to stand.” Behruz shifted from one foot to the other, thinking it best to keep his distance from the beautiful stranger. He didn’t like that she knew his name, confident they had never met before.

“Very well.” The woman shrugged and reached to her right. Small, scarlet-tipped hands opened a square, silver box resting on the desk next to her. She selected a dark, slender cigarette from the bunch and slipped the chestnut-colored filter between her plump lips, each move slow and seductive. With the snap of her fingers, a flame appeared, lighting the free end.

Sultan and the Begger PT 2

Soft, silky the fabric clung to his rough skin.  Since when did he have silk bed sheets? This woke Christopher up. Looking around his eyes were out of focus from that early morning haze but he could tell already there was something different about his place there was too much light.  As his sight cleared up Christopher stared in awe. The room was as big as his apartment, maybe even the neighbor's too. He reached out and touched the fabric with the tip of his fingers.

"This would be the point where I tell someone to pinch me" He grinned, "but then I actually might just wake up" The window to his right was open and a soft breeze fluffed out the sheer curtains. Time stood still in that peaceful moment as Christopher watched the fabric fall back into place. Then the door across the room flung open with a bang, as Christopher felt his heart jump out of his chest.

"Good morning sir" the man greeted him with a smile as he wheeled the cart across the room and to Christopher's side of the bed. The silver clinked & chimed as the man dressed in a black suit with a white bow removed the cover from the platter, set the silver wear and poured some orange juice into the crystal glass. 

"Pancakes and eggs with a side of bacon, your usual Saturday breakfast sir" The man in the suit stood with a cloth folded over one arm waiting.

"huh?" Perhaps the most unintelligent thing Christopher had said all year or at least all week, yet he was dumbfounded. The dream was becoming more and more real, the smell of the bacon and pancakes were intoxicating.  His stomach spoke next.

"sir I suggest you eat, you have a busy day scheduled" insisted the man in the black suit.

"I-I do?" the shock started to wear down but the disbelief lingered.

The man in the black suit leaned forward a bit with a slight concern in his face.  "Are you alright sir? You seem a bit confused."

"I believe I am, could, could you refresh my memory? Who am I? Where am I? What is all of this?"

At this point the man in the suit had a more worried expression but complied to the request and began the run down on Christopher's life up to that point. He relayed his childhood, his education, his career and success. "And that is when you hired me sir, Benjamin Fitzherbert, as your butler" "Butler?!" Christopher was astonished.

"Y-es sir; Sir, did you hit your head last night? I remember you had a bit much to drink but you didn't say if you had fallen before entering the mansion. I assure you sir, had I known I would have rushed you to the Emergency Hospital right away. Should I delay your plans and take you there now?"

"n-no, that's alright Benjamin, I'm fine I think I need to eat, low blood sugar perhaps."

"Very well sir, I shall begin to ready the transportation, I don't think you should be driving in your condition"

"Thank you Benjamin, for your concern and all your help."

Benjamin paused at the genuine appreciation. "Of course sir"

The day was unlike anything else Christopher had ever experienced, a visit to his personal Taylor to get measurements for a new set of suits. A new haircut and then a round of golf of which Christopher was terrible at but thoroughly enjoyed anyways. Then it was lunch at the club, a massage and an afternoon at the races. Christopher had never had so much fun in his life, he didn't want it to end. But it did. As soon as he returned to the mansion and saw the scowl on her face and eyes that burned holes through him he knew the fun was over and he was terribly afraid. Standing in front of the staircase with her arms crossed, the pressure rounded her bust beneath the tailored red suit. Her red heals clicked against the marble floor in a heated pace that matched the increased beating of his heart until he lost his breath with the smack of her hand. The burn on his left cheek, he sensed, was only a flicker of heat that matched her eyes.

"You asshole! How could you!" She yelled. Still stunned from the hit all Christopher could do was blink. Watching her face his eyes darted across picking up the details, her rage, as well as her beauty. She was much shorter than him, perhaps even more so if she wasn't wearing heals. Her hair was blonde but he could see roots of brown peaking between parts. The curls were wrapped up in a bun, perhaps for business. He could tell she was a doll once, a modern beauty you could find at any Playboy Party. But the years were written on her face just as the emotions that were churning within her seemed to be boiling at the moment.

"You know I wanted the chateau in the mountains and yet you sold it from under my nose! I would have let you have the Beach house and the jet if you just gave me the chateau." His silence seemed to hit a nerve in her as tears swelled up in her eyes.  "Say something damn it! I know I cheated on you but you had no right to take away the one thing that meant anything in our marriage!!" She kneed him in the groin. Christopher fell onto the ground with the other side of his face hitting the cold hard surface. Hot and cold, extreme opposites, just like his day was going.

"If you're going to be a ruthless ass about it, so will I." With that Christopher watched the red heals click behind him and disappear, the door latch was the final click.

"Benjamin" Christopher gasped, his breathing was louder than his speech. "Benjamin" Still no answer. Christopher looked at the Grandfather clock that he was now facing as he lay on the floor, 6:15. Christopher ran through his memory of the information Benjamin gave him that morning, A time that seemed decades ago.  He vaguely remembers Benjamin telling him the time his services would be done by now but wasn't sure. He laid there for a few more minutes as the pain resided and Christopher could think more clearly. He decided to get up and try to make it to his room. But when he looked up and saw another woman standing to the right of the staircase he froze.

"How" Was all he could muster.

"You gave me a key so I could pick up your personal affects if you should ever forget them." The woman took a few more steps, the light revealed another beautiful figure however much younger than the angry blonde from before. The clacks of her heals were much slower, the kind that resembled a cat approaching a mouse. Christopher felt a chill down his back, this was much worse than an angry ex-wife. The woman kneeled sitting on her black heels meeting his face. Christopher was stuck with his legs still out behind him he couldn't move quick enough to avoid another slap, he would have to launch himself into a roll but that would only get him so far. "Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you. Benjamin told me you were having memory problems and it seems they haven't gotten any better. My name is Danielle, I'm your personal assistant. You hired me last year just before your wife sent the divorce papers."

Christopher relaxed, his head tilted downwards catching a juicy glimpse of Danielle's cleavage peaking out from inside her blouse. He saw a hand replace her blouse. Standing Christopher could feel the tension release from his arms while the blood resumed flowing, he felt a bit light headed.

"Were you-"

"I watched the whole thing, and to be honest I let her in."

Christopher stared at Danielle, was she friend or enemy, he couldn't tell.  Her brown hair was wavy and framed her youthful face. Looking her face over she had a beauty that seemed to resonate from her eyes, it was a natural beauty, an old beauty; like that of Audry Hepburn. He was entranced. She quickly looked the other way. Christopher took advantage of the situation and glanced at the rest of her body. Firm, young, round and soft he assumed. Her grey pants hid the shape of her legs but was useless at hiding the curve of her round bottom. The cleavage he saw before was again in full view poised between an opening in her white blouse. He jerked his head up as her eyes returned to staring at him, a situation he was quickly coming accustomed to.

"Since you seem to have forgotten your wife of 13 years and your butler of 15, I assume you have forgotten the fact that I'm not just your assistant but also your lover." She glared at him while something in Christopher's brain clicked into hyper drive.

"Now that is unforgivable." Danielle's eyes widened with surprise as Christopher continued, "As difficult as it is to believe that I would forget someone who has been apart of a good portion of my life such as Benjamin, it seems to have happened. And after tonight I can understandably see myself choosing to forget such a horrid woman as my ex however…to forget someone as lovely as yourself even if we were not intimately involved is despicable in my book."

Danielle's eyes darted across Christopher's face as if looking for a sign of something, a lie or deceit. Christopher took her hand again, this time she was frozen in place. He grinned as he lifted her hand and placed his lips upon her skin. "Is there any way I can make it up to you?" He looked deeply into her eyes.

"I-I" He could tell Danielle was speechless. Christopher leaned over and pressed his lips upon hers. He was right she was soft, from her lips, down her neck he wrapped his arms around her and pressed his body against hers. It had been a long time since he had felt the tender presence of a woman upon his tall frame. But maybe even that was a memory lapse, everything was so confusing, everything except the feeling this woman gave him as she touched his body, even if it was all a dream he was going to make the most of it. 

How they had made their way into the bedroom was another mystery but one he was willing to happen. All that mattered was what he was doing and that was undressing the sensual being below him. His lips found their way down her chest as he popped open her blouse. The lacy white bra hugged her breasts in perfect view. He placed his hands upon them while Danielle gasped and arched her back. They were sensitive, which means he was going to have lots of fun. His fingers glided down the edge of the lace tracing the skin of his busty partner. One finger pulled the fabric down and stroked a nipple on the way. Placing it between his finger and thumb he gently pinched and rubbed the nipple around, and around. The nipple became hard when he licked it. Christopher could hear moaning coming from above his head, it was music to his ears and he was going to press play as long as he could. Sucking turned the music louder. He licked and sucked one nipple then switched to the other, back and forth he went until he decided he wanted more than just sound. He reached down between her legs and felt the soft fabric on her crotch, her panties made a squish. She was wet. He slipped a finger beneath her black panty line. What he felt made him hard, so hard he began to drip, the wet spot growing on his own pant leg. It was enough, he couldn't hold back any longer. Stripping them both nude he took in her beauty, before lining up his penis between her legs.

Tales of the Night Part Two

I swallowed. “How do you know who I am?”

“I do extensive research on all my targets. Including you. I’ve seen you around the BDSM clubs. You are a beautiful submissive. With the right Dom or Master, you are like putty.” He chuckled. His voice had an accent I couldn’t place and I recalled in the file that he was from abroad somewhere. A man of high standing, which was why this operation was supposed to be handled with care. Leave it to my hidden habits to get us in trouble. My eyes flickered to the necklace and I briefly wondered what Matt was thinking of this conversation.

“So you decided to kidnap a federal agent? Not very smart of you, Zach. This goes beyond what can be forgiven, even for a foreign diplomat.” I tried to keep my voice steady as he moved toward me. I had to admit, that in any other circumstance he would have been handsome. Tall, dark, sharp lines to his jaw and with him this close I could tell that his eyes were a deep brown that almost looked black. My breath caught in my throat. He carried an air of authority with him, not one that normally got to me outside of the clubs, but there was something about being naked and chained before him.

He squared himself in front of me and cupped my cheek. “You will be dead before they find you.” He whispered. “I know you have an ear piece and your partner is probably whispering calming promises to you, but know that he will fail. I spend one night of passion with my victims and then I dispose of them.”

My heart pounded. He didn’t know about the mic. Thank God. I dug deep and found that bravery that’s gotten me out of so many situations before. “You must be picking the wrong women if they can only satisfy you for a night.”

He pulled away from me and shook his head. “I get bored. Do you think you are any different?”

“Have I fought and screamed to get away from you yet? I’m sure I have skills that none of the other woman did. I can satisfy your mind as well as your body.” His profile had said he was a lover of literature; I needed to use that to my advantage.

He quirked a brow and I knew I had caught his interest. “You lie.”

“I know many of the classics and I can spin a story better than most. Would you like to hear one?” I knew to survive I was going to have to submit without a fight. If I could show him I was well trained as a submissive and a storyteller, survival might have been an option.

“You are right, you are different than the others. So let me offer you this —something no other has gotten. Negotiations.” He gave a wicked grin, flashing perfect white teeth. I was starting to see how woman could get mixed up with him. I just needed to keep my head on straight for this.

My heart lept at his offer. I could do this. “I want safe words before I submit to you. Just like I’d have in the clubs.”

He rubbed his chin as he thought. Pacing a couple steps back and forth in front of me, he took his time with his answer and I started to think I wasn’t going to get my request. “In return I want your ear piece removed.”

That was fine, Matt had been silent so far and if he started speaking in the middle of this fucked up play session that was about to happen he’d bring me out of the needed mindset. I pulled the device out of my ear and handed it to him. “My safe word is ‘silver’” It was one I was familiar with and used in the clubs, it would be more instinct to use it if I needed and that would help.

“Accepted. I will honor it since I do not know your limit, that is until it comes to our final hour.”

I shivered at these words, I knew what happened in the final hour of my stay with him. I’d seen it in the victims we had recovered. All I could hope was that by submitting and not fighting I could bide my time…of course maybe that’s what the other women thought as well.

“Now, lay back.” His voice dropped an octave and my body automatically responded to the dominant tone. My gaze flickered to the ground as I laid back on some of the pillows. “Stay like that until I get back. If you move, I will not hesitate to punish you when I return.”

He left and a I let out a relieved sigh. “Matt, I’m pretty sure he left to dispose of the ear piece, hopefully you can still hear what is going on, but I can’t hear you.” I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to center myself. The mindset of my submissive-self differed drastically from the mindset of my FBI self. Centering myself I turned off the stubborn, fight-against-everything, mentality.

The door creaked and I opened my eyes to find Zach walking in with a large black chest in his arms. I mentally cursed my body as it tightened in anticipation of what might be in that. I tried to convince myself that this was no different than the clubs and apparently my body decided to believe me. Licking my lips, I gave him a coy smile. If this was going to work, it had to be believable and who knew…maybe the sex and play would be amazing.

He put the chest down and grinned. “I like to play, but from what I’ve seen at the club that won’t be a problem.”

He really had studied me, I responded best to play. I felt a smile curl over my lips. “No, Sir, it won’t.”

“Drop into the role quiet easily, don’t you. It must be so freeing for you to give up all that control.” Zach threaded his fingers in my hair, close to the scalp and pulled.

He was right, it was one of the best breaks from work, not have to worry about anything, but to trust myself to someone. I had to convince my head that he wouldn’t hurt me…not yet. Breathing in deeply, I laid back, trying to accommodate my bound hands. His hand skimmed over my outstretched legs causing me to shiver. He dipped between my legs and slid a finger through my wet slit. Yeah, my body knew what was coming. My eyes flickered to his face.

“Do not look at me, pet. You are nothing more than my thing to play with until I tire of you. Understood?” He slapped the inside of my thigh making me flinch.

I bit my lip so I wouldn’t cry out. “Yes, Sir.” I bit out and averted my gaze.

“Good girl.” He ran his finger over my clitoris. “You’re responsive. That’s good, it’ll make this easier.” He pulled away from me and went to his chest. I raised my head to watch him, he turned back around with a few lengths of rope. My heart skipped a beat. Rope meant I could be totally helpless, of course I knew this is what he wanted from his victims, but I never processed what this meant.

“Roll over.”

I complied and counted my breathing to keep me from panicking. I needed that other part of my mind to kick in. Now. I had struck a deal and I was going to ruin it if I couldn’t handle this. He pulled on my hair and like a switch my mind dropped into place. I was under his hand, his care, and it was time to trust him. Soft rope wrapped around my wrists and then the cuffs dropped away. He spread my legs and bent me at the knees. Soon my feet were wrapped up in a web of knots and I was efficiently hogtied. He’d have access to everything he needed with my back arched and my legs up. I’d be sore after, but it would be the type of sore I would relish.

A pair of safety scissors dropped into my view. “What is your safe word, pet?”

Typical routine, confirm the word — he was trying to show that he would honor our deal. “Silver, Sir, and yellow for slow down.”

“Good girl.” The scissors disappeared, but it helped me relax knowing that they were nearby.

I heard him rustling around in the chest. A buzzing filled the room and warned me of what was to come. A faint hum went through me as nuzzled the toy between my folds. A belt wrapped around my waist holding the vibrator against me.  The speed was enough to make me wet, but not enough to give me satisfaction. He moved to the front of me and squatted down. His smooth fingers tweaked my nipples and stretched them, causing me to cry out. He chuckled as he rolled the right one between his fingers before pulling out a nipple clamp. The points of the teeth caught the light as he pulled my bud taut and put the clamp on. I let out a hiss, but breathed through the pain. When my breathing became steady again, he repeated the torture with the left one. Zach flicked each one before he stood, sending a wave of pain and pleasure rushing through me and to my core. I moaned as it mixed with the vibration running through me.

More rustling behind me. I closed my eyes and focused on the small bliss that the toy was giving me. The whistling in the air did not register until the sharp crack of a wooden rod hitting my back echoed through the room. The sting across my thigh made me hiss and try to uncurl myself. Nothing happened except the rope pulling against my arms. The strain only added to the pain going through me. With a click the vibrator went up a speed and erased my worry of the pain. Another whistle and crack and I jerked. Again and again, alternating thighs he continued, clicking the vibrator to full speed so my mind was foggy on what to feel.

It stopped, leaving trails of stinging pain behind. I let out a frustrated growl knowing I’d almost hit subspace and it was taken from me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him staring at me as he stroked his cock. I turned my gaze back to the front of me and concentrated on the vibrator, I was close to the edge of an orgasm. I craved the release, I needed it. Time seemed to tick by before I felt something inserted into me. One…two…silicone balls slipped past my lips and into my vagina. Ben wa balls…how odd. I moaned at how they felt with the vibrator so close.

Then Zach moaned, a deep throaty moan, and warm hot cum landed on my legs arms and back. I rocked against the vibrator to seek my own released, but the hum stopped. I cried out and caught myself from begging for the orgasm. A few moments later he appeared to take the nipple clamps off. Blood rushed back into them and I did cry out. It pushed me closer to the edge and a wicked smile curved his face. Soon the ropes came undone and Zach helped me move my aching arms and legs, bending and circling them until they felt better. It was such a strange act for a man who planned to kill me. He stepped back and looked down at me. “Good, girl, you have caught my interest.”

He sat down near me and patted the pillows by his side. “Come, tell me a story.”

I knew that I had bought myself one more night of life with my bargain and so I began to tell him a version of The Lady and Her Five Suitors.