Sparks (A Special Agent Novel Book 1)

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by C. P. Mandara

The question was met with a deep, throaty chuckle, damn the man to hell and back. “No, but I intend to do a very, very thorough investigation.”

  Oh God.

  “There are so many delicious hiding places on a human body, and I am going to explore them all.” His wet fingers began a trail up to my ass, and I knew exactly what was coming next.”

  “You’d better have some decent life insurance in place when you decide to untie me.” My words were rough and uneven. They didn’t sound quite as I’d intended them to, unfortunately.

  “That’s why I’m going to feed you breakfast, Lois. I might even leave you like this all day. Having you tied up and at my mercy has its advantages, I think.”

  As a finger shot inside my ass, I groaned loudly, unable to help my hips from rising up off the bed.

  “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I got out through a set of tightly gritted teeth.

  “You have no idea,” he replied, with a great big smile across his face. Oh, if I had hands to slap him with. Forget that, I just wanted to break his neck.

  “You said you weren’t going to fuck me,” I pointed out. “So what do you call this?”

  He sank his teeth into my clit for a painful second, and I screamed out loud. There was no preventing the sound, and my whole body throbbed painfully while I waited for his answer.

  “This is foreplay, Lois. My cock isn’t ever going to go here,” three fingers thrust into my pussy, “or here.” His thumb pressed into my ass in order to drive his point home. The feeling was halfway between heaven and hell, with a little more emphasis on heaven. “I’ll need to take your mouth, because you won’t want to be a novice at deep-throating, but that’s all you’re getting from me. It’s all I’m prepared to give you, quite frankly. Now pay attention to my fingers, lips, and tongue, because you’ll need to demonstrate what you’ve learned upon me later. Then you can get your own back. Let that drive you, my little lioness. I have a feeling the word ‘revenge’ is not new to you.”

  James didn’t utter another word. It would have been pointless, in any case. I began screaming my way through my first orgasm, and he made me suffer through another five agonizing climaxes before he’d finished with me. I’m not sure I stopped screaming throughout the entire experience, other than to beg him to stop. My legs were now shaking so badly, the bed rattled, and the rest of my body felt like liquid. It was almost as if I’d dissolved into the bed, and my head was swimming as if to confirm it.

  When James sat up and wiped his mouth along his forearm, he looked so damn sexy that I almost wanted to the return the favor. If I’d had an ounce of energy left in my body and wasn’t handcuffed to bed frame, I might have, but my options were currently limited.

  “I don’t think you’ve managed to conceal anything on your person,” he said, nodding his head smugly.

  My oral sex thoughts of reciprocation disappeared instantly. “If I had managed to hide a lock pick inside my ass, I might find it a little tricky to get to in my current state,” I murmured silkily.

  “Oh, I wouldn’t put anything past you, Lois. You’re a very talented, not to mention responsive, young lady.” He began pulling a black T-shirt over his head, and I wanted to weep as the abs disappeared from view.

  “But still one of the worst operatives you’ve ever come across. It’s probably because I’m a girl, right?” My sarcasm gene was in full force.

  “Probably, but there’s not much we can do about that.” He winked at me, and then slapped my thigh, before turning around and walking straight through the door.

  If I could have thrown something at his retreating back, I would have. Alas, I had to settle for glowering at him as he left me to my own devices to sweat it out for another hour or so. When the time came to kill him, I promised myself it would be a very long and extremely painful ordeal.

  “Hi honey, I’m home.” Those were the words that announced my hour of purgatory was up. I was not amused.

  “I’m just going to put some croissants in the oven, and I’ll be right up. I’m enjoying the thought of feeding you, by the way. I like getting my fingers messy.” James’s overly cheerful voice was nearly my undoing.

  Kicking the bed again in a fit of pique, I growled to myself. Staring at the plain ceiling shade above me, and focusing on the incandescent bulb within, I had a nasty feeling that my spell in purgatory was only just beginning. It wasn’t that I was stupid. I was well aware that I was actively trying to annoy the man at every possibility, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. James didn’t even have to be in the same room as me for my hands to want to curl into fists. Yes, I found him attractive. Yes, I knew that the feeling wasn’t reciprocated in any real way. Yes, I was extremely annoyed that I’d been daydreaming about him non-stop these last few weeks. Perhaps this was a crush? Love was basically a disease, anyway. Research had proven that people falling in love had a marked drop in serotonin levels, similar to those with OCD’s. So I probably needed therapy, and let me tell you, there was no way I was going for any more of that.

  Find a different approach to the problem, Lois, I told myself. Perhaps if I took his advice and did everything he said, I could be out of this house much quicker than anticipated. It was certainly worth a try.

  “Ah, there you are. I was wondering where I left you.” James strode into the room, looking superbly sexy in the well-worn jeans that hugged his delectable ass and the tight black tee that fondled each and every one of his muscles with considerable affection. It took me some time to notice he was carrying a plastic tray that was filled with a steaming mug of coffee, a glass of orange juice, and several pastries. I think it was the smell that finally alerted me to their presence, and once I’d got a taste for breakfast, my stomach began noisily telling me that I was ravenous, and had been for the past two hours or so.

  “You are not funny, Sir.”

  He looked at me oddly. “So it’s Sir now, is it? What’s gotten into you?” He looked at me quizzically.

  I gave him a rueful smile. “Fighting you every step of the way is counterproductive to our goal. You were right. I signed up for this. The least I can do is try to follow your instructions.”

  “It would be easier if you did, though I assure you you’re not going to like them very much.” The expression he bore confirmed as much.

  Setting the tray down on the bedside table, James picked up a croissant and began to break a small corner off. “Open wide.”

  Though it pained me to do so, I did as he instructed and let him place a piece of the buttery, flaky pastry inside my mouth, resisting the temptation to bite him as I did so.

  “Eat.” I didn’t need to be told twice. The little morsel was nearly swallowed whole, and it was followed by, “Please can I have some more, Sir?”

  “You learn pretty fast for a beginner,” he chuckled. When the next mouthful came my way, I let my tongue entangle with his fingers, sucking them gently before he pulled them swiftly from my lips.

  “Ah, is that the game we’re playing now, Lois? Are you going to try and see if you can arouse me?” He brushed another tantalizing morsel of croissant across my lips, but when I reached out for it, he snatched it back out of my reach.

  “No fair,” I complained. “If you get to tease me, I think I should be able to tease you.” The pastry came near my lips again, close enough that I could smell it, but nowhere near close enough for me to reach it. Then, with a wicked grin, James placed it inside his mouth, and to add insult to injury, he licked his fingers slowly.

  “Too bad,” I pouted. “But I guess you’re doing my waistline a favor.” My stomach noisily disagreed.

  James shook his head, and before I knew what was happening, another, rather large piece of pastry was heading my way. I almost opened my mouth in panic.

  “About that. You’re far too thin.”

  It took me a minute to finish my massive mouthful, but then I managed, “Says who?” I don’t know why I gave a damn what James thought of my personal body shape, but somehow the c
omment annoyed me.

  “If you want to get into to Alain’s little gang, then you’re going to need to fill out a little. You need to disguise the six pack, for starters.”

  “Oh.” I held onto the single syllable for a little longer than necessary. I guess I hadn’t considered that.

  “The man has distinctive tastes. He likes long-haired brunettes, around a size eight or ten, and he doesn’t like them with too much up top. Alain’s a wily bastard, though. If he spots that six pack, he’ll immediately think you’re a threat. There aren’t too many subs that train that hard, and he won’t take the risk that you might be an operative.”

  “That’s easily solved. It’s also great news that I won’t have to have a boob job,” I said sarcastically.

  “If he liked them with a fully stocked rack, believe me, you’d go under the knife. Sharkey has a vested interest in this, and the firm will stop at nothing to get what they want.”

  “Which is?” It sounded like James knew a hell of lot more than me, and all of a sudden I wanted some answers.

  “I’ll leave that for you to figure out in your own sweet time… if you can,” he added. I shouldn’t think you’ll last more than a week in there. That’s why I don’t want anyone in Alain’s house. There’s a big risk you’ll come out irreparably damaged at best, or at worst, dead, Lois, and I’m not trying to scare you. If you thought the little stunt I pulled at Elite Encounters was bad, you haven’t seen anything yet. Alain’s a kinky fucker with a monstrous side, and he’ll put you through the works. I might have agreed to train you, but I intend to do everything I can in the next few weeks to make sure you run back to Mommy. Are we clear?”

  I pretended to consider that before looking him square in the eye. “If you’re fattening me up, is there any chance you can get donuts tomorrow?” I asked innocently.

  Fourteen

  “Okay, here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to unlock those handcuffs, and you’re going to crawl to the bathroom to take a shower. Whilst under my instruction, you will crawl everywhere unless I give you orders to the contrary. Alain’s girls work under the same principle, so it will be good practise. When you’ve finished, you can come join me in the kitchen, where we’ll go over your limits form. It’s a bit soggy, but it’s been on the radiator for the past couple of hours, so hopefully we’ll be able to piece it back together. Any questions?” There was an annoying twinkle in James’s eye that I didn’t much like. As he leaned over me to release the cuffs, I had to resist the urge to gouge his eyeballs out. He was well aware of my struggle. His lips didn’t stop twitching the whole time that he was bent down over me.

  “Do I get a cup of coffee, Sir?” The instructions didn’t seem like much fun, but I hadn’t expected anything less. I also knew that things around here were very tame at the moment. He was going to open my eyes to a whole new world shortly, and the choice I faced was sink or swim. Sinking wasn’t an option I could live with.

  “Only if you wiggle your ass on the way out.”

  “I can do that.” I hit the floor rather hard in my scramble to get away from him, but I wiggled my booty to the best of my ability. If he was so anxious to get an eyeful of my backside, he could take his fill.

  “You didn’t say Sir, Lois,” he called after me.

  “That’s because you’re an asshole,” I replied sweetly, thankful I was already out of the room and well on my way to the bathroom. The loud sigh I heard made me smile, even though I knew I’d pay for my outburst later. Still, I was here to learn all about submission, and I was going to get spanked whether I liked it or not. Giving him the occasional reason to chastise me would serve me well for the future, I was sure. On the plus side, I hadn’t killed him for leaving me chained to the bed, even though the temptation to do so had certainly been there. Well, maybe not kill him. It would be a shame to destroy something that beautiful. Maybe I’d just mess him up a little one of these days. I had a feeling I’d happily endure a few hours of torture just to see him lose that mantle of rigid control that he always wore. There would be a man underneath the beast, unless I was much mistaken. Whether I’d like the man any more than the beast was questionable, though.

  Shutting the door to the bathroom, I searched around for a lock, but found there was none. Why was I not surprised? If James wanted a touchy-feely session, he probably didn’t need to accost me in the bathroom, so I wasn’t going to worry too much about it. Thankfully there was a shower and a couple of big, white fluffy towels, so life wasn’t all bad. Stepping inside the plastic shower door, I turned the faucet all the way over to the hot and steamy side, and gave it a minute or so to warm up. Then I stepped inside… and nearly froze. The water was still stone cold. Fiddling about with the faucet from one side to the other got me nowhere, and there were no visible switches for hot water in the bathroom that I could see. I was just about to wrap a towel around me and go hunting for James when he stepped inside the bathroom. Being incredibly naked with an incredibly hot man in close proximity was a weird conundrum. I didn’t know whether I wanted to find a third hand to cover all of my exposed assets, or whether I just wanted to drag his hands all over them. The jury was out.

  “There’s no hot water,” I squeaked as, thankfully, my indecision got the better of me.

  “There was. There isn’t now. Just so you know, Lois, there are consequences to all of your actions around here. So you will step in that cold shower, and you will get clean. I’m not leaving here until you do so.”

  I pouted at him with my best Disney princess eyes and said, “Couldn’t you just not feed me for the rest of the day, instead?” I battered my eyelashes a couple of times for good measure. Belle had nothing on me.

  “No. We’ve already had that conversation, and if you’re not inside that shower within ten seconds, I will be joining you. Let me assure you that I can’t wait to give you a very, very thorough wash, which should take at least twenty or thirty minutes, I think.”

  “You’d endure a freezing cold shower for that long just to chastise me?” Unsure whether I was horrified or impressed with his devotion to the cause, I managed to eyeball him for an answer.

  “Nine, eight, seven…”

  “I’m going, I’m going,” I muttered, although I dearly wanted to test his resolve. I wondered how he’d fare under artic water conditions.

  Slamming the shower door behind me so hard it rocked on its hinges, I nearly screamed as the cold water hit me full force. Gathering up the soap as I started shivering, I had the world’s fastest wash as James stood in the corner glowering at me. If I thought hell was going to start the minute I walked through Carte Blanche’s door, I was much mistaken.

  “It’s really nice in here, you know,” I said through chattering teeth. “I bet there are few penguins who would kill to be in my place right now. Are you sure you don’t want to join me?”

  The next thing I knew, James was tearing off his tee, and I think my tongue was stuck the shower door. Then his jeans followed suit, and I just about managed to compute that the man wasn’t wearing any underwear. That was the last thought in my head, because he then started heading my way, and he looked mad. I backed myself right up against the far wall of the shower and wondered if I should start praying. When would I ever get a grip on my smart mouth?

  When the door opened, the bulk of his figure blocked out all the light and everything went dark for a moment. If there had been any possible means of escape out of that shower cubicle, I would have taken it, but there was no way I was going through James in the process.

  “You wanted me here, Lois. Now what are you going to do with me?” The smile he wore was brutal. It said, ‘I have you cornered and exactly where I want you.’ I took an unsteady breath as I tried to unglue my jaw. I had it tightly closed at the moment, and I was afraid if I opened it, I might never get it back. There must have been one hundred and eighty pounds of hard, solid muscle within touching distance of my fingers, and I was struggling to rein them in. It took a bit of work, but ev
entually I managed it.

  “Is this where I get my own back?” I asked breathlessly.

  “Absolutely,” he replied. “Though don’t expect me to keep my hands to myself.”

  Standing there, rooted to the spot, panic consumed me for a second. Where did I start? What should I do? Considering I’d been thinking of little else but jumping the man for days, now that the chance had presented itself, I was almost catatonic. Unfortunately, I wasn’t the only one who’d noticed the fact.

  “Earth to Lois, do you read me?” James placed an arm either side of my head and brought his face up to the spray. Shaking the water out of his eyes, he then said, “You’re going to need to react quicker than that if you’re going to keep the gentlemen happy down at CB.” He gave me a patronising look, and it rankled. I had to get my head back in the game.

  Pressing my body up close and personal with his chest, I nuzzled my face into his neck and slowly bit down on the tender flesh there, before my hands reached between his legs and dragged themselves gently up his upper thighs.

  “I bet they don’t make me take cold showers, though,” I whispered in his ear as my teeth grabbed his earlobe. Meanwhile, my nails bit into tight, corded muscle, and I silently admired the construction beneath them. The man was solidly beautiful.

  “I wouldn’t count on it, and that will be the least of your worries, Lois.” His fingers were then around my neck, gently caressing my throat before his teeth began returning the favour. Although my head rolled back in pleasure, I kept my focus on my objective. My nails softened as they slowly crept higher, tracing a delicate line upon his flesh. When they reached his balls, I gently cupped them in my hand and rolled them between my fingers. I didn’t get so much as a moan, but to be fair, I hadn’t expected one. I had a feeling James Leveritt would be extremely hard to please, but I was going to pull out all the stops trying to figure him out.

  Pulling away from his grip on my neck, I looked up at him with eyes that were black with lust. He still looked perfectly calm and in control, but I hadn’t finished with him yet.

 

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