“I thought you said you had a fragile ego.”
He laughs. “You’re killing it with your constant resistance.”
“I hope its death is quick and painless then.”
“We are going to have to make our scenes as believable as possible though,” he says, referring to our BDSM ruse. “If Drake is on to us, we can’t arouse more suspicion.”
“Why would we need to scene again? I’ll work with you on the investigation, but you’re not spanking me anymore.”
“We have to investigate the resort and my club thoroughly. This is for your sister, remember?”
“I think you’re using it to your advantage.”
“I’d never do that. And I’ll never do anything you’re not comfortable with.” His face remains impassive but I sense a smirk in his words.
“So is Gina meeting us at Glacier Park?” I ask after the private detective to change the uncomfortable subject that’s making my sex betray me again.
“She’s already there, and she’s found something interesting. She phoned me just before I came to pick you up.”
As we travel to the remote spot, Damien fills me in on Gina’s discovery. He says she couldn’t trace the call I received from Sasha after all, but what she’s found up at Glacier Park might lead us to my sister just the same.
***
Gina meets us outside a quaint log cabin when we pull up. She looks excited to reveal what she’s discovered.
“I talked to the desk clerk, but he wasn’t working Friday when David checked in, and the guy who was is now on vacation. I asked him to send the guy a picture of David and Sasha and get back to me as soon as possible.”
“So what’s up exactly?” I ask, pushing in front of Damien.
“Come inside and I’ll show you.” She grins and walks into the cabin, leaving me with my curiosity unsatisfied.
“They were definitely here Friday night,” Gina continues to tell us as we make our way through the one bedroom cabin. “The sign in book shows the place was registered in David’s name and when I searched it I found this.”
As we enter the bedroom, she scoops up something red in a large plastic evidence bag. Obviously she’s wrapped it up to preserve the fingerprints and other evidence the material might contain, but I don’t recognize it until she lays the bag in my hands.
“Sasha’s dress.” I gasp as I focus on the folded garment inside. It’s the same red dress I bought her two Christmases ago.
“I’m going to send it to a lab tech who owes me a favor, since I know we want to keep this case out of the police’s hands if we can.”
I frown at her then at Damien. “We do? I thought you told me the police were working with us now but agreed to keep it low key.”
Damien casts a glance at Gina and then at me. “We’ll talk later. I’ll explain.”
I’m furious such an important aspect has been kept secret from me. “You bet we will.” Then I turn to Gina. “So where does this leave us? Can we get an official warrant to search David’s club and house or something? I haven’t had a call from Sasha in days…” I don’t need to say I’m worried because I sense Gina sees it in my face.
“We’ll see what the clerk has to tell us after he sees David and Sasha pic, and what our lab tech finds out.” She taps the wrapped dress with a finger. “Then we nail that scumbag.”
“What else can we do to speed up the process?” Damien asks.
Gina casts a sympathetic glance in my direction and I’m not sure I’ll like what she’s about to say. “I think we should do another investigation at David’s club. Have you two perform and create the distraction while I look around.”
I feel my face heat and wonder if it’s gone beyond red into the realm of purple. “You know about my first … experience in David’s club?”
She screws up her face, looks sheepish. “Yeah, Damien told me this morning. Look, this’ll all be over soon and you never have to see the inside of a BDSM club again if you don’t want to.”
“You got that right,” I snap, turning on my heel to head outside and calm myself.
Moments later, while I stand propped against the log cabin wall, letting a cool summer breeze sweep over me, Damien strolls around the corner and approaches.
“Is Gina in on some secret plot with you to humiliate me?” I snap when he draws near.
“Next you’ll be back to accusing me and Sasha of setting this whole thing up to get you into BDSM.” He rolls his eyes. “No, no secret plots to humiliate you. But I will make you a deal for when this is all done and Sasha is safe.”
He moves closer, practically pinning me to the side of the cabin. I press a hand into the cleft between his pecs to keep some distance.
“What kind of a deal?” My breathy voice betrays me.
“You can publicly flog me when this is over.”
“That’s something I can agree to.” I shove out my hand to seal the agreement.
Chuckling, he ignores the offered shake. “Why not make it official with a kiss?”
I snort.
“What? Are you afraid to kiss me, Opie? After of the effect it’ll have on you?”
I grip his chin when he brings his face closer and hold him at bay. “You are one arrogant bastard. You know that, right?”
“I think that’s the third time you’ve called me a bastard in two days.” He smirks.
“I used asshole at least once,” I say, deciding to let him have his one kiss because there is no way my pride will let him think I’m afraid of his raw sex appeal. “All right, fine. One kiss. That’s it.”
As soon as my fingers leave his dimpled chin, he moves in and claims my lips. First with teasing little sips before his tongue slithers inside my mouth and entwines with mine. I try to resist the heat of attraction, the molten lust building low in my belly. His hands slide up my hips, over the curves of my waist, and in spite of my resolve to resist him I open my mouth wider, letting him deepen the kiss. His tongue licks over the roof of my mouth, flits over my teeth. He tugs on my bottom lip and a moan escapes me before I can stifle it.
My fingers roam up his neck, across his stubbled cheek, and I bury them in his soft curls. My body melts into his and my eyes fluttered closed. His hands roam down my back to cup my ass and pull my tighter against him. When his erection brushes over my groin my pussy aches with desire. His chest pressing into mine makes my nipples harden until they throb. I cling to him as our moans comingle in each others’ mouths.
Then someone clearing their throat breaks through my lust, but just barely. I pull myself away from Damien and turn to the left to see Gina standing at the side of the cabin, grinning at us. Quickly I shoot out of Damien’s embrace and adjust my clothes, try to act casual.
To hide my embarrassment, I blurt, “Why haven’t you gone to the cops about Sasha yet? I deserve an explanation.”
Gina looks at Damien and he returns the glance.
“Drake Morton has a lot of the police force in his pocket. We have to be careful who we take this too, but I am working with Dmitri and a Devon Grayson who have friends inside the law, too. Don’t worry.” She places a reassuring hand on my arm as I walk in step with her. “We’ll blow this thing wide soon.”
***
“I have to do what?” I nearly choke on my coffee as Damien and Gina go over the plans for tomorrow night with me.
“I know it’s probably terrifying.” Gina gives me a sympathetic look. “I remember the first time I went undercover to bust this abusive pimp. Trust me, I was scared shitless. But you’re a tough woman, Ophelia. You can do this.”
“I have classes the next day!” I protest. Thankfully I’m caught up on all my assignments and if I do miss Monday it won’t put me behind at all.
“Just one more performance,” Damien says, his eyes boring into mine with that intensity that rattles me too much. “Gina will pose as club security. We’ll need to integrate David into our performance to keep him busy while Gina investigates.”
My sto
mach does somersaults. “You want me to perform with two doms?”
His grin is wolfish and full of lecherous intent. “I’ll keep you safe, and we’ll never do anything you don’t consent to.”
***
David frowns at my medical paperwork, the same paperwork I had to provide to Damien when we started this operation, then looks to me and my dom. “She’s clean. I know you’re clean, but this is very short notice.”
“It’s a birthday present for Mistress O,” Damien bluffs. “She decided she wanted both of us last minute.”
I almost hit him for that, but I hold back and choke down my irritation, reminding myself I get to publicly flog him once Sasha is saved.
David raises an eyebrow and gives me a rogue’s appraisal. “And I assume you want everything, Mistress?”
“No sex,” I say. “I’m a little sore from my play with Damien at the resort this weekend.”
Damien stifles a scoff at this.
Just to taunt him, I blurt, “But I may change my mind on that. We’ll see how the night develops.”
Damien casts me a wide-eyed stare that almost appears protective. My heart does a strange flutter dance, and I curse how chaotic my emotions have become lately.
We agree to the performance and David shows us to rooms where we can select a costume, get ready, then meet him on the club’s stage.
I tremble slightly as I select a purple latex cat suit from a wardrobe full of BDSM wear. The butt of the suit has two holes that will fully expose my cheeks, and I think of David Lee Roth’s assless chaps as I gape at them. Granny, a big David Lee Roth fan, would just love this getup. I decide to wear it in her honor, hoping the reminder of her will give me strength for the terrifying humiliation I’m about to face again. Hopefully they don’t want to strip me naked this time. The buttless garment might save me at least that embarrassment.
“Ready for the show?” Damien pokes his head in the door and I swallow a shriek of surprise.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I force a smile, not sure why I want to reassure him I’m fine, but I do.
He’s dressed in tight black leather shorts and nothing else. My eyes keep wandering to the bulge in front. Obviously noticing, he grins and holds his hand out to me, “Let’s go.”
We walk through a crowd of people and their flesh seems to burn me with stimuli overload as they press into me. The music is too loud and the room is too hot in my state of hyper awareness. I focus on calm breathing and keeping grounded, trying not to dwell on the humiliation, the extreme exposure, ahead of me.
David is waiting for us on the stage. He stand beside a glimmering steel apparatus that has strips of black cloth hanging from it. When we approach, he offers me a hand up, but Damien takes it instead, giving David a smug smile that seems to say, “While you might be playing with us, she’s ultimately with me.”
Or maybe I’m just seeing things. What the hell is happening to me? My train of thought has been all too dangerous lately when it comes to Damien Walters.
The crowd of people gather close to the stage as Damien leads me to the apparatus. I scan the sea of faces, and through the colorful strobing lights I see feathered masks and tons of leather, glimmery tops and women in sequined gloves. There are many men in nothing but tight black latex shorts, just like Damien and David.
David takes my other wrist and the two men help me into what I discover is a sex swing hanging from the silvery apparatus. When Damien tells me this, my ears feel like they’re on fire from the blush that creeps through my face. He tells me to ditch the costume, too, and I protest, showing him the open ass. But he just laughs at this, humiliating me further before he tells me the game tonight requires I be naked. My face burns with shame and anger as he peels away the cat suit, but I remind myself I’ll have my chance to return the favor, and this is for my sister, after all.
Their hands on my body stir fierce sensations, and my pussy is already so wet my juices soak my inner thighs. Their hands seem to cherish me as they guide me into the straps. Smooth fingers encircle my wrists and bind them in place. Wide palms glide over my back, down my ass, mold to my leg before they urge them wider apart and buckle them into tethers hanging from the top bar. I’m now held in a prone position with my back arched and sex exposed to every onlooker.
I bite my lip and try not to obsess on a mental image of the crowd watching me in this vulnerable state. Yet another part of my brain is hungry for that image, that exposure and complete surrender of control to these men. I realize then that I trust Damien implicitly, whether that’s a wise decision or not.
One of the doms drizzles hot oil across my shoulders and down my back. It’s not so hot it burns, but the warmth is pleasant and instantly relaxes my muscles. They massage this fragrant balm into my skin and their hands make the last of my resolve melt. The salve is spread down to my ass and strong fingers stroke my cheeks, preparing me for the whipping that is to follow.
I let out a sigh and sag in the swing. One of the doms stops working my muscles and growls close to my ear, “No noise from you until we allow it.”
Then he delivers a quick slap to my thigh to discipline me for the outburst. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, moaning, when his fingers return and spread the oil around my anus and pussy. He teases me like this until my cunt tightens and throbs, needy for release. My eyes flutter closed under the intense stimuli. The crowd’s collective voice seems farther away, but my face still burns with embarrassment at the reminder of how many people watch me in this vulnerable moment.
His fingers slide inside of me, curling and stroking, making the fire inside my sex scorch me with lust. I clench my teeth to keep from groaning. His thumb presses into my clit and strokes. I move backward into his touch, trying to bring his caress closer to that perfect spot that makes fireworks burst inside my brain. But this movement earns me another slap, and the other dom goes to get a flogger, admonishing me for my willful behavior as he does so. Once more disappointment floods me as the pleasure stops, but the sharp sting of my ass only teases my libido more.
As the dom returns with the flogger, I notice my other lover holds some chains that wink silver in his hands. He attaches clamps to my nipples that hook up to these chains. The little teeth on the clamps bite into each hardened bud, sending shockwaves of bliss / pain straight to my cunt. He then moves to my pussy to attach another clamp to my clitoris. Sensation sears through my groin and I have to breathe hard so I don’t make a sound. He rubs his fingers over the swelling bead of flesh, tugs on the clamp, and I close my eyes again and hiss air through my teeth as I struggle to keep my reactions internal.
Then the chains attaching these clamps are fastened to a silver loop jutting up from the floor beneath me. This keeps the tension between all the chains taut, and the dom swings me forward and back to tug the clamps. More pain sears through me, becoming a dark ecstasy I crave too much for my liking. Sweat now beads my forehead from the fight to keep from coming, to keep from crying out.
The dom behind me once more tortures my sex, his finger sliding between my slick lips then grinding their wet tips into my pulsing clit. My whole body feels aflame with the stimuli overload and the insistent need for release. But he piles on more sexual torment when he teases my anus with what he’s told me are vibrating ben wa balls. I know a bit about the sex toy from my sister and grandmother, what with their vast knowledge of all things erotic, but I’ve never experienced them. He lubes them up and gently plunged them into my asshole. They’re controlled by a remote, and he sets the vibration volume high as he continues to finger my sex.
My breath is released in labored pants now. Sexual frustration paces inside my brain like a caged, hungry tiger. I want to lash out, to scream, to beg them to make me come, but I control my emotions and internalize my bliss until I’m given permission to do otherwise. Oddly, this denial seems to make the sensations all the sweeter. Perhaps bittersweet is a better way of putting it.
The dom in front of me now moves around me, trai
ling the tails of the flogger between my shoulders, down my back, across my ass. I hear him talking to the other dom, who he hands the flogger over to, and then he crawls underneath me to tease my clit with tongue and lips while the other whips me.
A breathy moan escapes me when his tongue flits out over my clit. I can’t stop it this time. I’m so mad with need I let it slip out before I can suppress it. His mouth leaves me and the flogger draws back. Soon after the tethers kiss my ass with a sharp sting. I bite my lip so I don’t cry out and increase the amount of lashes I’ll have to endure.
Another whap stings my ass. I rock forward in the swing, pulling the clamps on my nipples and clit tight. Pain and pleasure sear my every nerve and my eyes roll back in my head from the force of this bliss.
Another lash, and another, and another. My breathing is shallow and ragged. Tears squeeze out the corners of my eyes. My nipples and clit burn from the bite of the clamps pulling.
The stinging pain melts into me and my quivering muscles relax as one of the doms walks around front of me. He bends to look into my eyes and he cups my chin. His grin is wicked and lusty.
“Would you like to come, Mistress?” He swipes a brief kiss over my lips and I shiver. “You’ve been very naughty. I should really deny you, but I’m feeling generous tonight.”
“Please,” I beg, my voice thick and throaty. “Damien, make me come. Please … fuck me.”
His piercing eyes widen, as does his grin. “Are you sure, Mistress?”
“Yes, please.” I lick my lips and he growls. “I need to come.”
He kisses me hungrily, leaving me almost breathless, and then tugs down his shorts as he moves back behind me. The other dom is still poised beneath me, ready to lap at my clit once the main dominant tells him to. I hear a condom wrapper rip and then his meaty glans rubs over the clamp tugging at my clit, grinding the metal teeth into the sensitive flesh and making me gasp. I fear punishment for this small outburst, but he tells me I can speak now, can scream as loud as I want as I reach my climax.
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