Sparks (A Special Agent Novel Book 1)

by C. P. Mandara

  The gasp I made around the gag was soft, but I knew he heard it. Instinctively pulling on my fingers, wanting them back, his hand snapped forward and grabbed my wrist. How he pulled that stunt with his eyes closed was beyond me, but he was dead on target.

  “Don’t you dare move.”

  Although his voice was nothing more than a whisper, it sounded deafening in my ears, echoing over and over. I made a strangled sound in my throat, but then felt his lips softly caressing the length of my fingertips as he fed them in and out of his mouth. He did this over and over again until he had me writhing on the floor. How did the man do it? If someone had told me I could be left panting with nothing more than a few licks to my fingers, I’d have called them insane. I was not the easiest person to please in bed at the best of times, but if there was a secret formula with which to unlock my body, James had found it.

  His soft, short licks turned to long slow coils of his tongue. He picked out each of my fingers in turn and lavished them with attention. Each single tug felt like the man had a direct line between my fingers and my clit, and my moans became louder and louder. Without conscious thought, I began playing with myself again, using my left hand. It wasn’t as easy as using my right, but I didn’t need a lot of additional incentive to get where I wanted to go. My whole body was beginning to throb and burn uncomfortably, and the blood flow inside my groin had begun to bubble and boil. I needed release so bad, and this was one of those times where it was going to fly effortlessly up to greet me, or so I thought.

  A pair of ice-blue eyes fluttered open, and if his fingers hadn’t already done the job, those beasts managed to set me aflame. How could someone feel like they were drowning and on fire at the same time? The things this man did to my body, effortlessly, and with nothing more than his eyes. He made me euphoric in one moment, and furious in the next.

  I wanted to tell him he’d promised to keep them closed. I wanted to call him a liar and a bastard, and then smack my fist into his face. I also wanted to kiss him. Unable to do just about all of the above, I sat there frozen to the spot, wondering what my next move should be. Could I move my fingers with his eyes on mine? Could I come apart under his watchful eyes and not pay the price that would surely follow?

  “Fly apart for me, little bird.” My fingers were back in his mouth, and his free hand was tracing a path around my swollen lips, scooping up the rivulets of saliva that were dripping from my mouth. His eyes almost hugged mine with their intensity, and I could do little but return his stare. When I was caught between his headlights, there was no room for manoeuvre.

  “Let me watch.” James’s voice was smooth and seductive. I shook my head pleadingly, but in the back of my mind I already knew the game was lost. “It’ll be easier if we get it over and done with, Lois.” His lips feasted upon my neck, and my world, which had been spinning uncontrollably for a while now, suddenly tilted off its axis and went supernova. My hands clenched into claws, and for a moment I was almost paralysed.

  “You can do this, Lois. It’ll be so easy once you start.” James picked up my lifeless hand and gripped it in his warm one. He spread my fingers out, one by one, and massaged them gently. His eyes were fucking with me. No, you misunderstand me. It was as if he were actually fucking me. They had just the right amount of liquid warmth and fire in them. That perfect blend of lust and desire was there, but I knew that everything they promised was not to be mine. I would not have the pleasure of James’s body, and there was a part of me that was utterly furious with this knowledge, though it should have been grateful.

  James guided my hand back between my legs, straightening my fingers and slowly sliding two of them inside me. At least I think they were my fingers, because my neural circuits were being fried. He placed a thumb - I didn’t care if it was mine or his - against my clit, and as soon as the friction started, my body figured out the rest. It appeared that was the catalyst I’d been looking for, because no further encouragement was needed. My fingers took over from his guiding hands, and they began rubbing furiously. At this moment in time, I couldn’t have cared less if the Dalai Lama had been watching - all I could focus on was my raging need for relief.

  Swimming in a perfect, turquoise ocean of calm water, he refused to let me lower my eyes, though I tried on several occasions. Each time he would simply bring his hand up to my chin and raise my face until our gaze was once again level. In order to fight this, I tried closing them, but I was swiftly coming to realise that James would not be beaten.

  “Stay with me, Lois. If you close those eyes, we will we replay this little scene again and again until you manage to keep them open.”

  He was deadly serious. Closing my eyes would only prolong the agony. So, fixing him with the full weight of my stare, my steely grey irises got ready to reveal some of their secrets. It wasn’t so bad, really. Just a few flicks of my greedy little fingers, each a little harder and faster than the last, and all the tension that had been tightly tangled up inside me suddenly began to unwind. An enticing warmth began to spread all through my body, and though James’s face was only inches away from mine, I barely saw it now. Oblivious to everything around me, I stared straight ahead and hoped that would placate him. There were more important things to worry about. Setting a demanding rhythm with my fingertips, it wasn’t long before my neck was arching upwards and my legs were splaying themselves as wide as they were able.

  I’m not sure how you know when you’re about to be hit with a monster orgasm, but somehow you do. For a few minutes, just before I came, breathing was almost impossible, especially as I was gagged. It didn’t deter me in the slightest, but the pressure building up inside me was staggering. Screaming my head off around the red ball, I was almost thankful for its presence, because I don’t think I’d ever made that kind of noise before, except with James, of course. Oh, James… the things you do to me. What I wouldn’t do to that body of yours, given half a chance.

  Trembling like a leaf as soon as I’d finished, it felt like someone had taken all the air out of me. Instantly deflating, I rocked backwards and forwards, before James must have taken pity on me, swiftly unbuckling the gag and lowering me to the floor.

  “You did great, Lois. Take a few big gulps of air and you’ll feel much better in a minute.” His hand stroked my arm gently, in a lazy motion, and it was incredibly strange how comfortable I felt with this man. Those are dangerous thoughts, Lois, I told myself. Although possibly not as dangerous as they could be, considering what I was about to do in a few weeks’ time. I wondered what it would take for James to drop that rigid mantle of control he possessed. I also wondered what it would be like to sleep with him, and I had a feeling it would be really, really, really good.

  “That’s one of the strongest orgasms I’ve had… by myself,” I added awkwardly, wanting the floor to open up and swallow me whole.

  “When your oxygen intake is limited, you tend to have more intense orgasms. This is a nice way to test that theory. Alain has his own versions, and I hope you never get to experience them.”

  “I’ll be okay.” My voice had more confidence than I actually felt, but I guess I wanted to prove to James that I was a big girl who could handle herself. He was one of the first men I’d ever wanted or needed to prove that to, which was interesting enough in itself.

  “You won’t, but as you’re so damn stubborn, it looks like you’re going to do it anyway.” Getting up from his sitting position on the floor, James looked mad for a moment, but quickly masked his expression. Walking silently out of the door, he left me to mull over my thoughts and lick my wounds.

  Sixteen

  After a few minutes I crawled back to my room. It felt bizarre being alone in the kitchen naked, and I needed a soft place to lay my weary bones. The past twenty-four hours had been gruelling, and there was some sleep I needed to catch up on. Drawing the curtains and pulling the plain white duvet on top of me, I wrapped it around me so snugly it was nearly as good as being clothed. Thankfully, sleep came upon me alm
ost instantly and I fell into its deep, comforting embrace with open arms.

  Kiel was there waiting for me. One minute I felt like I was falling, and in the next I was cradled in his arms.

  “I’ve missed you,” I whispered, snuggling in close to his chest. In response, he hugged me tight to his body.

  “I’ve missed you, too.”

  “How could you do that to me? Just walk out of my life without even so much as a goodbye?” There were tears of accusation in my eyes as he lowered me to the ground and cradled my face in his hands.

  “Be fair, Kat. I didn’t exactly have much say in the matter.” He gave me the eyebrow.

  That was typical of Kiel, always making light of every situation. I thumped him.

  “I want you back here,” I whimpered.

  “I know, but it’s kind of nice here, what with the harps and cherubs and everything.” His Irish accent hit me right where it was supposed to – smack between my legs. It took me a couple of seconds to get my voice back, and when I had, I was semi-outraged.

  “If you even think of entering heaven, you are in so much trouble, Mr. O’Sullivan.” I thumped him again for good measure. As per usual, he barely noticed. It may have had something to do with the fact that he’d been built somewhat similar to a brick.

  “And why’s that, Kat?”

  Bringing my lips up to his, I sank into him, running my hands over the planes of his back, seeking familiar territory, stroking beautifully honed muscles.

  “Because I’ll never get an entry pass through those gates. If you want to see me again, you’d better head on over to the dark side.”

  My hands ran themselves through his thick black hair, and I caressed his cheek over and over again. I greedily drank him in and hoped that I remained wherever I was forever. The real world was too dirty, too messed-up, and way too painful. I’d quite happily never return.

  His head swooped in and his lips nuzzled my neck. The feeling was exquisite.

  “Ahh, don’t be so hard on yourself, Kat. You’ll make it through the pearly gates.”

  I shook my head sadly at him. “I won’t, Kiel. Dammit. You were such a good person. What did you ever see in me?” There were tears in my eyes as I said it, and as one dribbled down my cheek, he picked it up on his index finger. It hovered there for a moment, one perfect sphere of emotion, glistening with light, and then everything began to waver.

  “Don’t leave me again, Kiel,” I whispered through a choked sob.

  “You’ll see me again sooner than you think,” he said, giving me his trademark wink, and as I reached for his body, my fingers went through him, and he disintegrated in my hands.

  “No,” I screamed. “No, don’t do this to me!” A draft of air whispered around my body and, once again, I was all alone, facing a world that was mean, cruel, and excruciatingly painful.

  “Lois. Lois, wake up.” There was a rattling noise, and I realised that was the sound of my teeth banging rapidly against each other. As far as rude awakenings went, it was X-rated.

  “Stop. The. Damn. Shaking.” I got the words out where I could, but it was difficult when my body felt like it had been fed through a paper shredder.

  “You were having a bad dream.” James gave me a concerned look, which was quite comical when I came to think of it.

  “So you’re worried when I have a bad dream, but think nothing of it when you beat the shit out of me?” I gave him a sideways glance at that one.

  Frowning at me, he condescendingly said, “Lois, you asked for that. I warned you of the consequences. It’s not my fault you’re unreasonable.”

  “And nuts,” I added for good measure. It was mostly true. These days, the pieces didn’t fit together quite like they used to.

  “I didn’t say that.” The look he gave me was sardonical now.

  “You didn’t have to.” I smiled up at him and grabbed his cheek. “I’m hungry. What’s for lunch?”

  Sitting down on the side of the bed, he was undeterred by my comment as he said, “The dream, Lois. Want to talk about it?” He grabbed my hand, and although I’d pulled it away as soon as I saw him reach for me, he was way too fast. Rubbing the skin across my knuckles gently, he said, “You need to talk.”

  “I don’t.” I furnished him with a stubborn, mutinous gaze, and we both sat there for a good couple of minutes trying to stare each other out.

  “Fine,” he said resignedly, after I’d sat there unwavering for the better part of five minutes. “Let’s eat.”

  Considering I’d had to work really hard for that victory, you’d have thought I’d have been more cheerful at the outcome of our very stilted chat. Unfortunately, James had that unpleasant sparkle in his eye that said things were probably not going to go well for me if I continued being difficult. Crossing my fingers together, I hoped I was wrong, but didn’t hold out much hope for my immediate future.

  As I’d suspected, my afternoon proved to be more than just a little ‘difficult.’ Eating lunch was an experience all in itself. Firstly, I was not allowed to sit at the table. My place was on the floor beside my Master, where I was to be fed scraps. I took umbrage to this, of course, but I was given ‘the look,’ which I’d now learnt meant do as you’re told or go home. Sighing under my breath, I cursed the fact that the floor was hard and cold, and that James couldn’t feed me anywhere near quick enough to satisfy my appetite. It also might have had something to do with the fact that he’d made me pasta al forno for lunch, which I was particularly partial to. As sun-dried tomatoes, mozzarella, chilli peppers, olives, and parmesan cheese danced on my tongue, all I could do was groan, silently enjoying my own little slice of heaven. Being fed by James’s fingers might have been messy and decidedly unsanitary, but I decided I wasn’t going to care. The food tasted good, and I was hungry. Really hungry. All this crawling around I was doing must have worked up an appetite.

  “Getting full yet, kitten?” James gave me the raised eyebrow and held a piece of pasta just above my nose, near enough that I could smell it, but too far away to bite, unless I was going to stand up. Doing that incurred a punishment, or so I’d been told, so I was forced to sit there and pout.

  “No, I am not full, and don’t tease me, Sir. This is the first time I’ve had an appetite in forever. Don’t forget that you’re the one who wants me to put on weight.” I nodded at him, and my stomach rumbled as if on cue. He laughed.

  “Fine. But you’ll need to beg for it. You might as well start practising.”

  “You want me to beg for food, Sir?”

  “I do.”

  “Please Sir, can I have some pasta?” Although I had reservations about begging for sex, I was more than prepared to beg for food. Call me weird.

  The fork that had been hovering just above my nose then backtracked into his mouth. I gave him a horrified look and moaned.

  “You’ll have to do better than that, Lois. Use some adjectives. Make me know you want it.”

  Was it me, or were double-entendres floating around here? As it happened, I did want it, and I knew I wasn’t going to get it. Actually, I lie. The challenge was out there, and I intended to try my hardest to ensure that I got what I wanted before I was shoved out the door. My womanly wiles needed a bit of dusting down, but I was sure that before our training session was over I would have managed to agitate the cool, calm Mr. Leveritt in some way. Whether it would be in the way that I wanted remained to be seen, but one could hope.

  “Please Sir, can I have a morsel of the mouth-wateringly tasty pasta al forno, which you are greedily keeping all to yourself over there. I want to taste an explosion of …”

  “Don’t overcook it, Lois. Makes you appear slutty and desperate.”

  I sighed and rolled my eyes. It was very easy to make fun of someone when you were the one holding all the aces. Shifting from one knee to the other, to ease their soreness, I purred, “Feed me, oh gorgeous one.” I added a look that said he’d better do it, else I was going to do him bodily harm. Thankfully, it seemed t
o do the trick.

  “I suppose that’ll have to do.” Several more mouthfuls of pasta were gently forked into my mouth before a generous helping of Torta Caprese followed. The man really was trying to fatten me up. This time he fed me by hand, and as decadent chocolate and almonds melted on my tongue, I decided there were worse places to be in the world. As my tongue tangled with his fingers, tormenting them slowly, I couldn’t help but wonder if my body or actions had any effect on him.

  “So, what are we going to cross off the limits list after lunch? Any preferences?” I immediately stiffened. The simple pleasure I had taken in eating instantly disappeared, and I was once again on the defensive. As I still hadn’t fully discerned James’s fighting style, it would make sense to pick something rather tame off the list, so I wracked my brain trying to remember exactly what was on there. It wasn’t as easy as you’d have thought, considering I had poured over that sheet just a few days ago. For some reason, my mind was blank. This probably had a lot do with the fact that my stomach was comfortably full, I was still naked, and James was sitting mere inches away from me. In the end, I had to hum out loud, which is one of my little quirks to aid concentration, and then I had it. Why not pick something that would torment him for a change? Every now and again this deal had to have an upside, right?

  “Oral sex. Let’s tackle that one.” I gave him a bright smile, and to be honest, I wasn’t even sure I’d be upset if I lost this one.

  “You still want to fight?” James asked.

  “Yes.” He looked rather put out by my answer, but that was too bad.

  “Most girls have to beg to suck my cock.” He stuck out his bottom lip and frowned. It was almost adorable, until I decided to consider just how many people might have sucked his cock in the past. If my fighting skills didn’t improve, I was probably going to get an unpleasant critique of my oral ability. Oh well. I’d just have to be brave and take it on the chin.