The Interrogation

by Robin Roseau

  "You're enjoying this," she declared when the credit card slip was returned. She still hadn't signed it.

  "Aren't you?" I asked. "It was your game."

  "I don't like losing," she said. "It is very hard for me to give up."

  "Maybe you should pick a game I don't need to win," I said.

  "What would the fun of that be?" she asked, and she signed the slip. "We're now playing until I let you sleep tonight."

  "Please, Katrina," I said. "Think of something else."

  "No."

  "I'm not going to tell you. I'm not answering any more questions remotely about work or why I'm here, because eventually you'll piece things together. You're going to get angry, because I have to stop answering, even when the answer isn't remotely close to things I can't tell you. Pick a different game and I'll let you win. Or secrets I don't want to give you, but I could."

  "Let me win?" she asked slowly, her brow furrowed. "Let me win?"

  "You want to win. I don't mind losing, and I won twice now."

  "Let me win? As if I can't win unless you let me?"

  "We both know you could win if you broke your promises to me."

  "Oh?"

  "You promised not to hurt me."

  "Oh." She frowned. "I suppose I could. I'd feel like crap for it."

  "I thought you liked to hurt people," I said.

  "What would make you think that?" It came out fast and harsh.

  "What you did to that guy. And the. Um. Clamps." I gestured at my chest. "They kind of hurt. I know you were going easy on me."

  "Oh, I see. Peter likes being hurt, and actually prefers a lot worse than I gave him. For you, I was trying new things for you, and I have a lot more to try. Some people like pain for pain's sake. Some people like a little of it, like a solid spanking, because it makes them feel more helpless and vulnerable and reminds them of the nature of our relationship. I enjoy that. I don't enjoy hurting someone in ways she doesn't enjoy. To me, that's sick, but most people think what I do as pretty sick already, so who am I to judge?"

  "Did you enjoy that you made me nervous?"

  "It made me feel powerful, but even more, it made me want to protect you and take your fear away."

  "So you took me on stage in front of everyone?"

  "Are you afraid of me now?"

  I laughed. "No."

  "We haven't really talked about any of this. I need to know your experience level."

  "You mean, the kinky stuff?" She nodded. "Well, I had this really intense session last night."

  "That's it?"

  "I have active fantasies. Does that count? No?"

  "I'm trying to decide what we're doing tonight," she said.

  "What are the choices?"

  "Going clubbing, and I will be showing you off. Or going home, where we will be getting off."

  I giggled nervously. "What do you want to do?"

  She tapped her lips. I'd notice she did that. "You will answer my questions. On a scale of one to ten, what was last night?"

  "Where one is boring and 10 is too much?" I asked. She nodded. "The exhibitionism was at least an 8. The rest was a lot lower."

  "I want to spice it up tonight then."

  I smiled and didn't respond.

  "I haven't decided what you won."

  "I know what I want."

  "Oh?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.

  "I want you to pick a game I don't mind losing. I promise I'll play to win."

  "That's what you want? You don't want to pick the game? You don't want to list things you want me to do to you?"

  "No." I paused, considering. "I'll answer questions if you ask."

  She looked at me very direction, drumming her fingers against her lips. "To be honest, I was looking forward to stepping up the interrogation. I knew you were going to win this round, so I've been building my own fantasies of what I wanted to do when we got home."

  "All right," I said. "Am I allowed to ask questions?"

  "I don't want you to ask that particular question again. You are always allowed to ask questions."

  I smiled and nodded. "Is it that you are so curious about the things I won't tell you, or because you built the fantasies?"

  "The latter."

  "Then may we play for other information?"

  "I want you to play to win."

  "I will."

  "I'm not convinced." She frowned, then brightened. "There's a party tomorrow night."

  "I like parties. If I win, are we going?"

  "No. If you lose, we're going."

  "I don't understand."

  "This part is more intimate. It is held in a private home. I am only allowed to come if I bring a sub with me. And I don't believe you would enjoy the party as well as the dominants do." She tapped her lips again several times. I found it endearing. "You will choose three pieces of information to protect. They must be things I can verify if you tell me but that I can't otherwise figure out. If you give me one, we're going to the party, and we will be doing scenes, but those scenes will not involve anyone else. If you give me two of the pieces, then I may choose to incorporate other subs into the scene."

  "You can borrow someone else?" I frowned.

  "Yes, and I don't think you're happy about that, are you? Tell the truth."

  "Male or female?"

  "It would be my choice."

  I wasn't happy about this turn.

  "I believe I have found motivation," she said, smiling, but it was her evil smile. I couldn't have told you what made it evil. Maybe I was projecting.

  I wanted to look away from her. I wanted to escape. I knew she would be angry if I looked away. My eyes started darting around, and I was close to panic. I didn't know what to do.

  "Too much motivation?" she asked gently.

  I nodded.

  "What part?"

  "Guys."

  "Is that a hard limit? One I should never go over? Tell me what's going on Bethany."

  "No guys. Ever. No guys even touching me, and I don't want you touching any, either. I know I don't have the right to say that."

  "I need to know exactly what you mean by that. By no touching, I could take that quite literally and mean not even a handshake."

  "Oh. Um. I didn't mean that way."

  "What if one of my assistants last night had been a guy, and I had worn you out so much you couldn't walk..."

  "Then I better be properly covered before he touches me."

  "Is there a story of abuse I should know about?"

  "No, nothing like that." I thought about it. "That's not entirely true, but I haven't been sexually abused or raped."

  "Ever had sex with a man?"

  "No. In high school I dated to try to please my parents, and some of the guys were really grabby, but I never went on one-on-one dates with anyone I wasn't absolutely sure would take 'no' for an answer."

  "Then what did you mean by 'not entirely true'?"

  "I've been pawed at my drunks and had a few scares, but it doesn't have anything to do with this. No guys. Promise me, Katrina. You won't let any guys touch me, and I hope you won't touch any yourself while we're together."

  "No guys," she said. "Promise. For either of us."

  "All right. And if I give you all three?"

  "Then I will be free to loan you to other dommes, but with the stipulation we just agreed to."

  I stared at her. "I'll play to win," I said.

  "I thought you might," she replied. "Come."

  She stood up abruptly and I found myself racing to follow her out of the restaurant.

  * * *

  She spent the entire drive getting us both worked up. She drove one handed, the other free to rub my leg or caress my breasts with the back of her hand. But her words were more effective than her touch, words that struck me to the core.

  "You are mine," she told me. She made me agree. She made me say, "I am yours." She made me say that a lot. Every time I said it, I could tell it made her happy. She made sounds of appreciati
on, throaty laughter.

  She promised me she was going to win.

  She promised me I was going to know to the depths of my soul how deeply I belonged to her.

  She promised me I'd cry.

  She promised me I would panic.

  By the time we arrived at her house, I knew my eyes were glazed over, her words boring into me, little hooks grabbing at me and tethering me to her. My responses became slow, dulled.

  "Are you all right?" she asked me.

  "Yes," I said dreamily. I looked at her, turning slowly. "Yes," I repeated.

  "Come with me," Katrina said after we climbed from her car. She hooked a finger under my collar and dragged me along behind her.

  I hadn't gotten a tour of her house. We had been a little preoccupied last night, and the morning had been rushed, once we'd finally gotten out of bed. She dragged me through the house, me following docilely, and brought me to another bedroom. She pulled me inside then released my collar, giving me a chance to look around.

  It was a bedroom, a fairly large bedroom. There was a sturdy bed, a dresser, and a doorway to what I presumed was a closet.

  The ceilings were high, and in several places, there were chains hanging from the ceiling. I stared at them.

  Katrina began to walk around the room, her fingers brushing the walls, my eyes turning to follow her, and I realized she was showing me aspects of the room. She brushed several steel hooks embedded in the walls, then she brushed her fingers through some of the chains, causing them to rattle and swing. Finally she turned to me, one hand on her hip, and she looked directly at me. "Come here."

  I walked directly to her, not taking my eyes from hers. She studied me, cocking her head.

  "Are you sure you're up for this?"

  I nodded slowly.

  "I need to hear you say it, and I need you to be clear."

  "Yes, Katrina," I said. I looked around then turned back and smiled. "What will you do if I freak out tomorrow night though?"

  She frowned. "I am afraid if I answer that, it will demotivate you to win."

  "You will protect me?"

  She sighed. "Yes. I will always protect you."

  "I think you're going to get one secret. I don't think you're going to get three. I'm not sure about two. I won't freak out at one or two, unless you decide to make me freak out, but the thought of you touching someone else will drive me insane with jealousy."

  "Good. It should. Sufficiently motivated?"

  I nodded.

  "All right. What information are you hiding from me?"

  "I need my computer," I said.

  "Not your passwords," she said. "I could take anything from you."

  "No, not my passwords." I smiled. "It's time for you to trust me."

  She laughed. "Kneel and kiss my feet."

  I dropped to my knees then bent over and began kissing the tops of her boots. She let me kiss them just for a moment then stepped away. "Stay exactly where you are," she ordered.

  Then she stepped around me, and I heard her footsteps on the wood flooring as she proceeded down the hall. She was gone only a short time before she came back. She moved in front of me, then she lowered my laptop case to the floor. "Do whatever you are going to do down there."

  "You can't watch."

  "I can watch you. I won't watch the screen." She stepped away and I heard the bed creak.

  I knelt up, pulling the laptop to me, and removed it from its case. It took a moment to wake it up, and then I began typing. When I got done, I retrieved a tiny flash drive from the laptop case, verified it was empty, and copied three documents to it. Then I looked at her. "Do you have a computer here?"

  "Yes."

  That meant I didn't need to give her an account on my computer. I closed it and slipped it back into the case, then I slid the thumb drive across the floor so it was an arm's length closer to her before bending back down into the position required to kiss her feet, if that's what she ordered.

  The submissive posture excited me. Knowing she was watching me like this excited me. Wondering what my submission was doing to her was icing on the cake.

  "There are three documents on that," I said. "They are encrypted."

  She laughed. "Oh, this is going to be fun. What is in the files?"

  "Secrets," I said.

  She climbed from the bed then crouched down and picked up the flash drive. She stayed crouching, looking into my eyes. "Is this when I tell you that I do computer security for a living? I can hack your encryption."

  I smiled. "The encryption keys are very lengthy. How many supercomputers do you have at your disposal?"

  She grinned broadly. "Nine o'clock on a Saturday night. Hmm. Two."

  "Seriously?" I asked. She nodded.

  I wondered if I hadn't been clever enough. Katrina watched me while I thought about it. I honestly had no idea how quickly she could break the keys that way. Finally I decided there wasn't anything I could do about it.

  "The keys are long," I repeated.

  "How long?"

  I smiled. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

  She laughed at me.

  "Long enough?"

  "Honestly, I don't know. I didn't think you would have more than your own laptop to use, and it didn't occur to me you would know how to hack them."

  "This is Silicon Valley, Bethany. Everyone knows how to hack here."

  "I don't."

  She tapped the thumb drive against her lips. "Stay there." She collected my laptop and walked from the room, returning shortly after with her own. She set it up on the dresser and installed the thumb drive. She looked at it for a moment then turned to me. My head was down, and I couldn't quite see her expression.

  "Get up."

  I climbed to my feet, and then I saw her smiling, and my heart began pounding again. She turned her back to me, opened the top dresser, and removed something. She hid it behind her back when she turned and walked to me, still smiling.

  Then she reached up and fingered my collar. Her other hand came out from behind her back, and she had a short chain and two padlocks. She locked the chain to the loop in the collar then used the chain as a leash, dragging me to the nearest wall. She pushed me towards the wall then locked the chain to one of the hooks embedded in the wall. My face was inches from the wall, and I couldn't pull away. No matter what I did, I was staying right where I was until she released me.

  "I am going to have fun," she said. "I am not sure you are." Then both her hands were on my ass, hiking up the leather coat. She kneaded my buns through the leather pants. "You look so hot in this outfit," she said, leaning into me. "You look so hot wearing my collar. God! I love you in my collar."

  She continued to knead my ass, her breath hot in my ear. She licked the ear, and I giggled nervously.

  I tried reaching backwards for her, but she pulled away then grabbed my wrists. She slammed them against the wall on either side of me, my palms pressed flat against the wall even with my shoulders. "If those hands move before I move them, I will punish you. Severely. Punishments are not pleasure, Bethany."

  "Yes, Katrina," I said obediently, my heart pounding. I considered moving, just to see what she would do.

  "I mean it," she said. "Do not test me."

  She watched me for a moment then went back to what she was doing.

  God, it felt nice already.

  The chain was very short, and I kept finding myself relaxing it slightly, then pulling away, snapping the chain taut. It was startling every time I did it.

  "How does it feel to be chained like this?" she asked.

  "Sexy," I said immediately. "Intimidating."

  She laughed, a low, throaty laugh, and I would have done anything to get her to laugh like that again. "Good," she said. "I am going to remove your coat. You will cooperate. That means you may move your hands, but as soon as they are free, they go back exactly where they are."

  "Yes, Katrina," I said, almost a moan. Every order she gave me was another barb in my soul, binding me
to her, and I loved it. Oh god, how I loved it.

  Her hands moved, and she began stripping my coat off my shoulders. I moved my arms, and she slid the coat off of me, and as soon as my hands were free, I slammed them back into place on the wall.

  "Good girl," she told me before she stepped away. She walked to the closet and hung my coat up before walking back to me. She began teasing the back of my neck with her fingers, and that felt really nice. I squirmed.

  Then her fingers were on the laces of my tunic. I cooperated while she removed it, then returned my hands to their position on the wall. She rewarded me with her fingers, tracing a squiggly line down my back. I waited while she hung up my tunic and returned to me again.

  She took her time, touching me a lot, before she removed my boots and slipped my pants and undies down my legs. On command, I stepped out of them, and then I stood against the wall, entirely naked, the air cool on my skin.

  Katrina hung the pants up and then returned to me. She began teasing me in earnest, and it didn't take long before she had me squirming madly as I stood in place. She talked to me the entire time, her voice low and seductive. Oh god, I loved her voice like that.

  This was all so new to me. A woman, a woman I found exceedingly attractive, was giving me an unbelievable amount of attention. That by itself was new to me, not even considering the nature of the attention. But more importantly, I thought she enjoyed what she was doing. I thought she was taking as much pleasure as I was.

  "Katrina?" I gasped.

  She pressed against my back, her mouth at my ear. "Yes, my pet?"

  "Do you-" I gasped at what her fingers were doing. "Um. Do you enjoy doing this to me?"

  "Is that a serious question?" she asked, her fingers suddenly still. "Why else would I do it?"

  "Quid pro quo," I said.

  She reached up and turned my chin so I was looking over my shoulder at her. "Is that what your life has been up until now? She scratches your needs only because you scratch hers? Don't you enjoy scratching hers?"

  "I do," I said, "but-"

  "But it's been quid pro quo for your partners?" I nodded. "And you?"

  I struggled very briefly with the collar, yanking lightly against the chain. The tug on my neck was intoxicating. Katrina smiled, and I was a little breathless when I answered.

  "I like serving," I admitted in a small voice, "but I need a least a little motivation."