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

by C. P. Mandara

  The man looks up as we enter. He doesn’t look at me. I don’t hold his interest for a second. His gaze immediately zooms in on Lois and though he doesn’t smile, his eyes flare with interest. Have these two met? It will be interesting to find out.

  Leading Lois to the devilishly delightful piece of equipment beside the pair, I look intent on chastising my own submissive, and make sure my eyes do not linger where they are not welcome. He’ll invite me over in his own sweet time. It’s clear he has an interest in Lois. All I need to do is focus on getting her body locked up tight, and the rest will come naturally.

  The piece of equipment I’ve chosen looks like a ladder. The main difference is that the rungs can be removed and replaced if you slide them in and out of their holes. Leading a naked Lois over by her leash, I then leave her to wait while I remove all bar one rung, which will be the one she sits on. I then lift her up and position her with her ass hanging over the end of the end of the ladder, while her thighs rest on the steel pole. Sliding a steel rung over the top of her thighs, I then push her body forward and slide another pole against her back. This pushes her ass outward, arranging her in a perfect position for the spanking I’m shortly about to deliver. I just need one more rung further up for her head to rest on, and then I can rope her body in place, which will ensure she isn’t going anywhere for the foreseeable future.

  I tie her wrists high above her and secure her ankles to the bottom rung of the ladder. I then fasten both her thighs in place and give her breasts some attention with a looping figure of eight. Not only will she be forced to maintain her pose, but that rope will chafe if she so much as moves a hair out of place. I’ve used hemp rope exactly for this purpose. It will scratch and bite if she struggles.

  I can feel Il Boia’s eyes on us as I complete my work. I’m not sure whether it’s curiosity or whether he’s trying to unnerve me. If it’s the former, we’re good, and if it’s the latter, he might as well give up now. I’ve dealt with men like him my entire life and they don’t scare me. They probably should, but they don’t.

  Finally, the man stops staring at us and speaks. “I’ve not seen that used before. I have to confess I’m feeling slightly jealous.” Il Boia decides he will look at me now and proffers his hand. I grasp it and give it a good shake. “My name’s Ranieri,” he offers.

  “Leveritt,” I reply, before pointing to the ladder behind me. “It’s a little more uncomfortable than the one you’ve picked, but Lois has been a very naughty girl and she needs to be punished.” I incline my head towards him. “Are you pleased with your partner for this evening, so far?” My eyes run up and down the length of Elora, as I take her petite figure in. I’m hoping he’ll do the same to Lois, and it seems my idea is working, for his gaze strays over to the ladder and I can feel poor Lois’s distress as she tries her best to keep still.

  “Not really. This one is what I call a ‘Prissy Princess.’ Antonio stole her from one of the warring families, to put an end to a dispute. To make an example of her, he made her his toy, but she’s a frightened little thing. She obeys because she has to, not because she wants to. There is no loyalty there, and no fire in her eyes. At the first sign of pain, she bursts into tears and howls. I can work through it, but it’s annoying.”

  I smile in understanding and incline my head. The man seems to be every bit the sadist he is reported to be. That will work in my favour. Turning my attention to Lois, I run a finger down her breast, teasing the pebbled nipple that is pointing so proudly towards me. She moans through her gag, and struggles. The woman is lost in heat at the minute, and I’ll get no sense from her until she calms down.

  “I don’t think I need to ask whether you’re pleased with your submissive,” Ranieri says. My finger stops what it’s doing, pausing as I laugh. I then flick the nipple I’m tormenting and turn my attention back to the man behind me.

  “This one likes pain. Lives for it. You could try to drown the woman and she’d find it arousing.” He has no idea how true that is.

  “Sounds like my kind of woman. You’re a lucky man.” He then leaves me to my own devices as he picks up a paddle and begins to slam it into Elora’s butt. All manner of squawking follows. He’s not wrong, that one doesn’t think much of pain. Antonio’s a bastard for bringing her here, not that I can talk.

  Standing in front of Lois, I grab hold of her nipples and twist them fiercely to get her attention. She sucks in a breath and looks at me, and I wink. I think we might be able to get Ranieri on side if I offer him a little playtime with Lois. We need to whet his appetite first, though. Making several gurgling noises through her gag, Lois is trying to tell me she desperately wants to talk, but I shake my head. I’m not taking it off. I don’t want her to slip up in here, so she’s safer with it on. Besides, it turns me the fuck on.

  Moving behind her, I reach for a crop. The keeper is quite small, so this beast is going to sting, but it’s exactly what I want. Stepping behind Lois, I run a hand over her exposed ass, and she jumps under my fingers, which lets me know exactly how turned on she is. After I’ve gone Wolverine on her ass, she’s going back upstairs for her next twelve edges. I don’t need to resort to Adie-style torture to get my information. The old-fashioned way will work just as well.

  The first three swats ring out loudly in the room as Lois’s body goes rigid. She then settles down after the shock of them, and I continue in short, hard bursts, getting her used to the sting. Elora, meanwhile, is being spanked to within an inch of her life. Ranieri has chosen a bamboo paddle with three holes cut into the centre, so he can swing it hard. She is screeching and spitting as he delivers each swat, and I can tell by the look on his face that he is not impressed. Lois, on the other side of the spectrum, has settled into the pain, and isn’t making a murmur. Although the slices of the crop are hard, I temper them before impact, so they aren’t bad enough to welt her skin. When I’ve made sure her ass is a nice, rosy red colour, I decide to see how my little pet is doing.

  “Are we still sopping wet, Lois”? An unintelligible groan meets that, as her breath comes out in hard little pants. Not only is my girl turned on by the whipping, she’s pissed that I’ve stopped. Lois has come a long way since the first day I met her in Elite Encounters.

  Reaching down between the bars, letting my fingers search out her weeping cunt, I slowly slide two fingers into her heat. Exactly as I thought. The woman is gagging for it. Perfect.

  Pulling a long chain out of my pocket, I then parade it in front of her eyes. “Know what these are, Lois?” Her eyes dip to the silver chain with the two silver clamps positioned on either side of it. She groans again. “I figure we’ll up your endorphin level a touch,” I say, as I come forward to lathe my tongue over her tight peak. She strains towards me, trying to bury her nipple in the heat of my mouth, but I pull away.

  “Later,” I promise. “For now, you’re going to wear this, and do every damn thing I tell you to, else I’m going to pull it. Hard.”

  The pincers go around her left nipple and I then begin tightening them. It’s the weights upon them that will do the nasty work, but she’ll find that out soon enough. Tightening the second clamp to the same unpleasant intensity, I then tug on the chain to give her an idea of what the fiendish bite is like.

  “Gg..Gg..” Lois’s eyes blink over and over again, as tears pool in the corners of her eyes. It’s quite an intense kind of pain, but it’s nothing compared to what she’s got coming.

  “Enjoy that, pet? What say we edge you a few more times? Be nice to get a few more in before we head back to the room.”

  She shakes her head rapidly from side to side and this is accompanied by more strange noises. “Nng…op…at.” I have no idea what she means, so I tug the chain again.

  “Ssh.” I admonish. “You will take your punishment like a good girl and remain silent, else I’ll get the bullwhip out.” The marks from Adie’s whipping are still visible on her back, though the bruises have yellowed now.

  “You use the bullwhip on he
r?” Ranieri’s head swings round as he looks at me with renewed interest. Now I really have his attention.

  “Not often,” I say with a frown, “but it’s a rather good attitude adjuster, I find. Here, come and have a look.” As he walks around to examine the marks on her back, I press a little white slip of paper into his hand. He takes it from me and nods.

  Il Boia then runs his fingers across the faded marks gently, watching with interest as Lois trembles beneath his touch. I wonder if she’s acting or whether his touch genuinely arouses her. Knowing Lois, anything is possible.

  “Fine workmanship, these,” Il Boia comments as his fingers finally leave her body.

  “It does seem to provide a good incentive to behave,” I reply.

  “Doesn’t it just,” he says, but the man is now lost in his own little world. I have a fair idea what he might be thinking about, too.

  Chapter Eighteen - Lois

  James edges me a further eight times in that dungeon, while Ranieri keeps giving me sly looks over his shoulder. James intersperses his finger work with a half dozen spanking sessions, before using floggers and the cane. The pain is crippling beyond belief, but I take everything he has to give me without making a sound. By the time he’s finished, I’m gasping for breath and so aroused I could cry. When he finally releases me from the crippling position I’ve been secured in, I drop to my knees and kiss his feet in relief. There are tears in my eyes as I do so. I feel like I’ve been firmly put in my place, and for once the submission comes easily.

  “Have a pleasant evening,” James calls to Ranieri, who is now trying to squeeze a rather impressively sized butt plug into poor Elora. He’s now rolled his shirtsleeves up to his forearms, exposing heavily tattooed flesh, and the sight of his muscles bulging is mouth-watering. Elora doesn’t appreciate this kind of badass beauty, though. If her screams are anything to go by, she is not enjoying her time down here. I find myself a little jealous of her. I wouldn’t mind the sadist for a day. It’s a slow and silent slog of pain, but the highs are incredible, as I’ve found out courtesy of Adie. Mind you, judging by James’s mood, I have my very own sadist, who’s determined to rip me to shreds this evening.

  “Oh, I intend to,” Ranieri says, and he puts his hand up as we leave.

  All too soon, I find myself tied to the bed in our room again. I have pleaded and pleaded for James to take off this gag, but he isn’t interested in anything I have to say. At the moment, my ovaries are close to imploding, and I swear he’s taking tonight’s competition a little more seriously than everyone else. I’ve lost count of the amount of edging that has gone on, but I do know I am close to exhaustion. I’m not even sure this is revenge anymore, but if the man wants to kill me, there are easier ways to do it.

  “Are you ready to talk to me now?” James is using the broken record technique. It’s when a question is asked over and over again, and it’s designed to wear down the enemy until they spill their secrets. He’s treating me like a fucking amateur. I’m not falling for it. I shake my head.

  “You are the most stubborn woman I know.” James doesn’t seem annoyed by his observation – quite the opposite, in fact. At the moment, he sees me as his own personal challenge, as if I’m something to conquer and defeat. Instead of using pain, as Adie would, he’s using my own body against me. It’s just as effective, but it takes longer. At least, I think it will take longer. Adie tortured me for hours, and still didn’t get much out of me. I have a feeling James will get everything if he continues down this path.

  “Look at me, Lois.” I don’t want to look at him. I’m a hot mess, and at the moment, lifting my eyelids upwards is more effort than my exhausted body is capable of. I also know why he wants me to look at him. He’s about to get undressed, and he wants to give me the ‘Full Monty’ experience. It’s the last thing I need. Witnessing naked male perfection while I’m revved up to burst is going to kill me, and he knows it. The man is a class A asshole.

  The chain between my nipples is then tugged sharply, and my eyes spring open, smarting with tears of pain. “That’s it,” James croons. “Look at me, Lois. Keep your eyes on what I’m doing.” The infernal man won’t give me a moment’s peace. He’s driving me nuts. Gurgling through my gag, telling him exactly what I think of him in shortened vowels, grunts, and bubbles, I open my eyes and give him daggers. James is very lucky my hands are tied. If they weren’t, they’d be doing some impressive damage to his testicles and anything else I could get my hands on.

  “That’s right. Watch me undress, Lois. In a minute, I’m going to fuck you slowly in each and every hole. When I’ve finished, I’m going to go it again, but a little faster. We’ll repeat the experiment, over and over again, until either you cave or I do. Who do you think will win?” The grin he wears is feral, and no wolf in the history of ever is going to take on this alpha in a hurry.

  You will win. Yes, I already know who the winner of this little game will be, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let him walk all over me. My eyes, however, disagree as James pulls his belt buckle free. I swear all the fight leaves me in an instant, as he grabs hold of his shirt and frees it from his pants. His hands then reach up to his neck where he slowly begins to unfasten one button after the other. All the while my pussy is crying with need. I can’t begin to describe the kind of pain I’m feeling down there, but it’s agony. It’s as if something weighty and heavy is pressing down on my clit from the inside, forcing it to convulse in waves of anxious misery. James knows exactly what he’s doing to me. He almost seems to revel in my predicament, and it is with renewed vigour that he peels his shirt free of his chest and shrugs out of it.

  “Do you want me to fuck you, Lois?” What a stupid fucking question. I want this so badly I can’t speak, even if the gag was removed. My gaze is currently feasting upon his pecs and abs, which are all prominently outlined on his perfectly honed chest. A week of gym work has made him even more beautiful than I remember, and I think the line of drool down my chin has just got bigger. I cannot take much more of this. When the pants begin to slide down his hips, revealing a pair of thick, muscular thighs, I want to cry. Just fuck me already. Every which way. I don’t care. I just need you inside me.

  “Is that a nod, Lois, or a shake of your head?” Since when does it matter? He’s going to do whatever the hell he wants, anyway, so I shake my head. It’s a whopping great lie, and he knows it. Whatever he does to me, he’s not going to let me climax, so I’m damned if we do, and damned if we don’t.

  “How does it feel to be on the receiving end this time?” His pale blue eyes flicker, going a shade darker as he remembers what I did to him. Whatever comes next isn’t going to be pleasant. This has been brewing for a while now, and I suddenly feel like a cat on a hot tin roof.

  “Are you going to try and fight me? I don’t think you’ve got the strength left for that, have you Lois?” The pants fall to his feet and he kicks them across the room. Hooking his thumbs underneath his black boxers, they are also removed with brutal efficiency, and suddenly he’s standing at the foot of the bed, gloriously naked, and all I can do is stare.

  The chain between my nipples gets tugged again – violently. I come to with a wail of pain.

  “Answer the question, Lois. Are you going to try and fight me?” I shake my head. He’s right. I haven’t the energy left to hold my head upright. Getting up on the bed, James looks down at me and smiles grimly. “Pity. I guess you’ll have to be a good little girl and do whatever I say. I will tell you one thing, though. You are not coming this evening. That’s your punishment for taking something from me that wasn’t yours to take. Do you understand?” I groan miserably and nod my head. When this man gets his own back, he does it in style.

  “Good. If at any time you change your mind about talking, click your fingers. Otherwise, I’m not stopping until I climax, and just so you know – I like to take my time.” With that, the chequered flag has been waved and we’re off.

  Thrust, thrust, thrust. Slam. Slowly,
slowly does it. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Slam.

  Four hours later and he’s still going. James has coated everything in lube except my mouth, and he’s taken me in every hole I possess at least ten times. The man is a machine. I can’t imagine anyone being able to go that long without climaxing, but we both have. James has taken the occasional break, to get his strength back, but after twenty minutes or so, he’s straight back on his game. I wish I was. My eyes are rolling in my head. I am a mess.

  By this time, I am crying with exhaustion. I’ve done my best to hold back my tears, but for the last hour, my despair is overwhelming. I need to rest. My muscles are screaming, my body is sore, and my mind is fried. I’d rather face Adie’s knives than be reduced to this kind of blubbering nonsense. Right now, I’d do anything for an orgasm – and I mean anything. If the man wants my soul, he need only ask. I’ve been trying to inform him, for the past hour, that I’ll tell him anything he wants to hear, but he’s not even looking at me because he’s wholly focused on my torment. My clicking fingers aren’t registering (I’ve tried each hand several times) and he’s not even looking at me. He seems lost inside his own head. If he doesn’t pay attention to my safe signal soon, I’m going to have an aneurism.

  When I finally shriek that enough is enough, bouncing my legs up and down as my fingers click rapidly above the steel cuffs that hold them, he still doesn’t look at me. What the hell is going on? I soon find out. Ten thrusts later and he slams inside me deeply, roaring in my ear as his orgasm overtakes him. You fucking bastard. Way to rub it in. I am so mad right now, I could spit, and there’s not a drop of saliva left in my mouth.

  The gag comes off swiftly after, and he then removes the restraints and chain. I can’t speak at first. I am numb and in pain everywhere from having been tied up so long. The red circles that encase my wrists and ankles burn like fire. When I try to get up off the bed, I collapse to my knees and gasp in pain.