Embers: A Dark Romance Love Triangle (A Special Agent Novel Book 5)

by C. P. Mandara

  “Don’t move. If you move a muscle before I get back you will be punished.” She will be punished anyway, but she doesn’t know that.

  Without another word, I leave the room and lock the door.

  Leaving Lois to stew, in one of the most vulnerable poses I could come up with, I use the time to explore my new surroundings and plan my evening. I’ve already decided I want to blister her backside and make sure the woman doesn’t sit down for at least the next couple of days. That will attract some attention. If what I’ve heard about ‘Il Boia’ is correct, those kinds of markings will intrigue him. I need his eyes on her, while I figure out a way to get the information I want. When I find out what makes him tick, that will be easy, but at the moment I am clueless. If I can observe him from a distance, then it will at least give me an insight into how he operates.

  Looking in the elaborate dining room first, there’s not a soul to be found. The long oval table has been cleared and fresh linens and flat wear have been laid out, but at the moment, all is quiet. I decide to try the lounge and gardens next.

  The lounge has a few dominants and submissives hovering about, enjoying their last few minutes together before the swap will occur. There are tender strokes and caresses, and a few tips on how to last out the distance after they have been passed around. The air is full of excitement, but I haven’t found my mark.

  The gardens are similarly quiet. Walking amongst manicured topiary trees and climbing roses, there is an abundance of flowering plants everywhere. Geraniums, bougainvillea, marigolds, clematis… the place is literally overflowing with towering trees and flora. Thankfully, the sun has lost its fierce midday heat by now, and a soft haze has settled over the land, encouraging a world of insects and animals forth. Squirrels, birds, butterflies, and grasshoppers abound, producing an animated buzz of noise in the background. It should relax me, but it doesn’t. My eyes search the outer boundaries, to see if anyone’s around, and although there’s the odd naked body crawling amongst the bushes with some laughter and giggling, there is no sign of the man I want. Where is he hiding?

  The last place I check is the basement. It’s basically a fully equipped dungeon, featuring everything you could possibly want to tame an errant submissive, and plenty more besides. It’s all leather, chrome, cast iron and steel, and there are various cabinets with all manner of impact toys and accessories. Giovanni and Valeria are down here, and he is beating down upon her ass like there is no tomorrow. I hope I am not the cause for this vicious chastisement, although I have a sneaking suspicion I am. Giovanni is a man who does not like to lose. While he’s avoided Lois since the other evening, Valeria hasn’t avoided me. I had some fun with her this morning with my cup of coffee. She did admirably well as a table, and didn’t spill a drop, but I didn’t miss Giovanni’s eyes on us the whole time. He’s jealous, but not only that, he knows we spell trouble. I wonder who else he’s told about my connections with Dumortier, or whether he’s sensibly kept the information to himself. It will be interesting to find out.

  My eyes scan the dungeon in a complete circle, but eventually I have to admit defeat. Il Boia isn’t here, either. Maybe the man likes to keep a low profile around these halls, who knows? Perhaps I’ll put in a discreet word with the hotel manager, and if I slide him some Euros, I’m pretty sure he’ll inform me when he makes an appearance. Anyway, I’ve stalled enough. It’s nearly seven o’clock, and it’s time to discipline my own wayward submissive.

  I really shouldn’t be looking forward to this, but after a brief spell in the dungeon, my deviant side is rising to the surface. I’ve decided I’m not going to think about the repercussions of this evening. This is my present from Alain. I earned it. The least I can do is try to enjoy it.

  Chapter Seventeen - James

  When I walk back into the room, Lois is spitting mad. By now, her shoulders are straining to hold the position I’ve put her in, and there’s a faint tremor running through her body. That’s too bad. I’ve yet to fuck her face. She’ll be there for another ten minutes at the very least.

  “Are you still being obstinate, Lois, or are you ready to talk?” Fight me, Lois. I want to have some fun this evening. Besides, I don’t want to take that gag out until my cock has fucked her throat raw. Now that push has come to shove, I’m not ready to hear her sorry tale just yet, but she shakes her head, in any case. Excellent. Game on.

  “Well, that’s good news. I have other uses for that mouth.” Looking down at my watch, I then smile. “It’s now five minutes past seven. The games have officially begun.”

  As tempting as it is to take her throat there and then, I don’t. I want her aroused first – so aroused, she doesn’t know what to do with herself. Grabbing a large, black rabbit vibrator from my bag of tricks, I switch it on, and watch it come to life in my hands. It’s more powerful than I thought it would be, but this suits my needs perfectly.

  “Are you wet for me, Lois?” She shakes her head defiantly, but that’s a lie. I can smell her arousal from here. “Well, I’ll soon find out, won’t I?” Placing the vibrator at the entrance to her cunt, I tease the opening gently to lube it up. I’m going to shove it inside her as far as I can in a minute, but it won’t hurt to give her a little warning. Running the rabbit back and forth along her slit, I watch her eyes close. She refuses to let out a moan, but she’ll only be able to hold them back for so long. I’m good at what I do.

  “You’re soaked, sweetheart. Who’s a naughty little liar?” She doesn’t respond, but there’s no way she can avoid me for long. “Look at me, Lois.” She opens her eyes reluctantly. When she eventually looks at me, there’s fire in the depths of those smoky grey irises. She’s pissed. That’s not my problem. “Fifty quid says I can shove this vibrator all the way into your cunt in a single thrust. That’s how wet I think you are. Are we on?” Lois doesn’t acknowledge my question, but she keeps her eyes trained on mine. Meanwhile, the vibrator is skimming up and down her sex, slippery with her juices, and she’s fooling no one. The woman is desperately aroused. The anticipation of what I’m going to do to her is all the foreplay she needs.

  “Brace yourself, Lois. It’s going in deep.” I thrust hard, and sure enough, it lands where it’s supposed to, which is smack bang at the entrance to her cervix. Straining backwards, she moans pitifully, impaled tightly on the thick, pulsing beast. When I pump it back and forth, she groans harder. “My cock is going in there later. Just as hard. Just as fast.” I use the rabbit to torment her for a good ten minutes, until her cunt is weeping in shame all over the floor. There’s no way she can control her reaction to me, no matter how hard she tries. When the poor girl is so aroused I can see her clit convulsing regularly, I remove the vibe and stand up. Now that I’ve got her exactly where I want her, it’s time I had some fun, too.

  Unzipping my fly, I watch as her eyes dip to my crotch. That’s right baby, get an eyeful because this beast is coming your way. Pushing my boxers down, I then fist myself, drawing my hands slowly up and down my shaft. Lois’s eyes zero in on what I’m doing, and she moans like crazy.

  “Not yet, sweetheart.” I want to be as hard as rock before I take that mouth, and I can’t wait to watch her dribble around me. “Remember what I taught you all those weeks ago?” With my free hand, I grab her chin. “Flatten your tongue and breathe. I’ll take what I need from you.” Sliding the tip of my cock through the hole in her gag, I feel the soft wet heat of her mouth hit me. Fuck that feels good. I savour the ride to the back of her throat, and inch forward as slowly as I can, giving her a chance to get used to my girth and length. When I finally hit that elusive spot, I hold myself there for far longer than necessary, knowing she can’t breathe, just to let her know who’s boss. This is the kind of power I get to wield over her all evening, and it is absolutely intoxicating. I’ve broken girls before just by fucking their throats. It’s interesting how some people find oxygen more important than others.

  Lois isn’t going to be swayed by a little breath play. She is going to
be one tough nut to crack, but everyone has their breaking point, and I’m going to make it my mission in life to find hers. I pound into her slowly, over and over again, just to watch her gag around me. When her eyes begin to water, begging me to withdraw, I do so. She then gets five seconds to breathe before we begin all over again. Lois deep throats like a pro, though, and if I’m not careful, this is going to be over far too quickly.

  Alain classes a fuck as complete when I’ve climaxed inside a cunt or ass. I can work around the problem to a certain degree, but I’ll have to save the finale for when she’s on her last legs. Until then, I can either come in her mouth or masturbate all over her. Either works for me. I have a feeling we’ll both be so exhausted by the end of this evening, that we’ll barely have the energy for whatever they throw at us tomorrow, but hopefully we won’t be here much longer. Our time is running out. If we’re asked to sleep with each other again, we need to get the hell out of Dodge.

  “Breathe.” Lois takes a giant, gasping breath as I release my hold over her. I let her take three more before I begin fucking her mouth properly. This is as much of a warning as she’s going to get, so I hope she’s paying attention. Gripping her face tightly, I take long, sure strokes, increasing in tempo and power as I continue. Saliva is already dribbling down her chin, and the sight is incredible. When my come is dripping out of her mouth in gooey, white ribbons, I am going to sit back on the bed and drink in the sight of her. I have to take what I can get. This woman is perfect for me in so many ways, yet I will never have her. Never even have a chance at making her mine. I just get to live in the moment, so I may as well take what I can. This evening might be fleeting, but I will treasure the memory so it can keep me company on all the long, lonely nights to come.

  Pounding into Lois like there’s no tomorrow, I relish every little sound she makes as my cock tries to bury its way through her face. She is now gagging repeatedly on me, and it feels fucking amazing. I am not going to last much longer. My willpower is extremely limited around this woman, and that’s probably why I’m enjoying myself so much.

  There is no better way to teach a woman her place than to have her on her knees, with your cock stuffed to the brim inside her mouth. If that’s not a sign of ownership, I don’t know what is. Lois is once again struggling to breathe as I head for the home straight, gripping a handful of hair at the back of her head as I begin impaling her forcefully on each thrust. A single tear dribbles down her cheek, but I refuse to let her up for air until I’m finished. By that time, she’ll know I mean business.

  When I finally shoot my load and roar, I withdraw, and she wheezes painfully as if air was going out of fashion. My first reaction is to go to her and make sure she’s okay, but that’s not going to wash if I want to go into bastard mode, so I take a seat on the bed, and watch as she chokes on my come. There’s a sick part of me that enjoys it, too. When she finally gets her breath back, I lean down beside her and untie her. I’m prepared for the arm that goes flying my way and I grab it quickly.

  “You can’t do that here, Lois,” I growl in her ear. “If they realise who we are, half the mafia will be in here, and after they’ve finished with us, they’ll scrape the mess off the floor and move on. Do you understand me?” I shake her hard, so she gets the message. “Good. Now get on the bed. Lie on your back, arms and legs in an ‘X’ shape. If you’re a good girl, I might even let you swallow that come.” The gag she is currently wearing won’t let her unless I remove it.

  The look I am given could kill a lesser mortal, but unfortunately for Lois, it will take more than that to get rid of me. Nevertheless, she does as she’s told. She’s not going to win a fight with me. After I get her arms and legs fastened to the corners of the bed, I position myself with a leg on either side of her body, so I can then lift her head up and unfasten the gag.

  Holding one finger up, warning her not to speak, I then say, “Swallow.” After she’s done so, I push the gag back in place, much to her horror. I’ve not finished with that mouth yet, and I’m enjoying the peace and quiet.

  “So, I guess I’d better run through the rules of this evening,” I say, my fingers already lightly running over her breasts, letting the nubs of her nipples form sharp peaks. “There are points for how many times you are brought to the cusp of orgasm, and points for how long you last in between them. Coming without permission will deduct a whopping one hundred points from your tally, so whatever you do, don’t do that. We clear?” She gives me evils and grunts in response. I suspect her neck is rather sore from holding the hog-tie position, so nodding is beyond her.

  “Don’t get used to lying down and taking it easy, Lois. We’re off to explore, in a bit. But I figure I’d better edge you nine or ten times before we venture out. Might as well get some points in where we can, right?”

  Lois neither agrees nor disagrees. Not that it would matter if she did. Grabbing a hold of her hips, I hoist her butt in the air and position her for my tongue. She’s already drenched, but I’m about to turn the river into Niagara Falls. There’ll be no holding back the tide once I start.

  Taking my time, I pinch her clit gently to reawaken it. I can almost feel it throbbing in my fingers, so that’s a good sign. Using my hands to spread her legs wide open, I let her watch as my eyes feast upon her cunt. She is so beautiful I could stare at her forever. Thrusting two fingers into her, I then take her with my tongue, lapping a gentle figure of eight around her sex. Lois squirms underneath me, but she hasn’t seen anything yet. Progressing to flicks and nips, I have her moaning in no time, while my fingers slide across her G-spot. Firm, careful thrusts, that do no more than tease. My tongue is so gentle I don’t give her the pressure she needs to climax for the first five minutes, but when I do, she nearly rockets off the bed before I pull away abruptly. That is edge number one. There will be many more before the night is over.

  I’ve edged her twelve times before the phone rings. Lois manages to stay mute through the first five, but after that, she can’t help voicing her displeasure. Her limbs are straining and shaking, her eyes are pleading for release, and her cunt is dripping with misery, leaving its soft, sullen tears on the bedsheets beneath her.

  “Hello?” Picking up the receiver, I press it to my ear, keeping my eyes on Lois the whole time. There’s no way she’s getting out of those restraints, but it’s lots of fun watching her suffer.

  “He’s in the dungeon with Elora, Sir.” Ah ha, spreading a few Euros around seems to have worked wonders. The hotel manager has come through for me. Now we might be able to discover something useful.

  “Thank you,” I reply, putting the phone down with a soft click. That’s all I need to know.

  Smiling at my captive, I say, “Good news, Lois. We’re off to the dungeon.” Her expression to that news is comical. I could have told her Alain was just around the corner and she might have looked less horrified.

  “If you’re in love with Adie’s style of Sadism, Lois, this will be right up your alley.” I can’t resist getting that out there. I still can’t fathom how Lois is in love with a monster who nearly caned her to a pulp, but there we are. Women are strange creatures. For some reason, you can nearly always guarantee they’ll fall in love with a bad boy. I mean, I’m not a saint by any stretch of the imagination, but when you put me up against Adie, I’m really not in the same league. You’re just as much of a monster as Adie is. Who are you trying to kid? You’ve got two women killed and you’re working on your third. My subconscious is such a sweetheart – but she’s got a point.

  Anyway, Lois is shortly about to find out how life with a sadist will play out because I have it on good authority Il Boia is one, and he’s quite happy to share. Let’s see if he can take on my little masochist for the evening and live to tell the tale.

  The dungeon is relatively quiet when we enter. Bar Il Boia and Elora, we are the only other couple in there. Elora is Antonio’s submissive, and she’s a petite little thing, with short elfin features. Her red hair is short, the ends curl
ing around her face, and her body is beautifully curved in all the places that matter. Dressed in knee-high leather boots, and nothing else, the woman looks stunning, with her tits spilling out everywhere.

  She’s currently tied to a rather medieval contraption, which has the sole purpose of objectifying her ass. It’s made out of steel, and it has a central pole that is slanted inwards at a forty-five-degree angle. A rectangle has been placed on top of this at a more acute angle pointing upwards. This is where her stomach and chest rests, while her ass is sticking out, ready for anything Il Boia decides to throw at her. Elora’s head is chained within a metal stock at the top of the objectifier, with her arms encased in holes on either side of her. Her legs are spread wide at the base and chained to D-rings in the floor. She can’t move an inch.

  Il Boia, on the other hand looks very imposing. He’s dressed in a suit, like most of the men here, but favours a black shirt. The result is all black, from his Italian leather brogues, to the handkerchief in his pocket. He’s even got a large oval ring on his finger, inlaid with onyx. This man takes his dress code very seriously. His hair is the same colour as his clothes, gelled tightly to his head, and he sports a day’s worth of facial growth. He’s as bad as Adie. Woman love that shit. He spends more time in the mirror every day than his submissive, that’s for certain.