Sparks (A Special Agent Novel Book 1)

by C. P. Mandara

  Her eyelids fluttered once, twice, and then she managed to focus on the question. “Yes, but only once.” Her words were slurred and slow, but still easy for me to understand.

  “And did you enjoy it?” My lips spoke against the crotch of her panties. I knew from experience that the movement would torment, and by the way she squirmed, it seemed I was on the right track.

  “It was okay. I’ve stuck to men since then. You generally know what you’re getting with men.” My tongue lapped at her clit through the pretty swirling pattern of the black lace, and she moaned.

  “A big fat cock pistoning in and out of you a few times, and a pat on the head when it’s all finished?” I enquired. She laughed.

  “Something like that.” Gently biting the tip of her clit, I giggled and she let out a low moan.

  “James?” I didn’t look at him as I was speaking to him. “Could we have a few toys?” If I was going to do this, I intended to do it properly.

  “Of course, Lois. Let your inner dominatrix roam free. That way you can cross two things off my list at once. How very efficient of you.”

  As I had no idea it was on there, it wasn’t, but I didn’t intend to argue with him.

  There was a scrape of chair legs and the sound of footsteps disappearing. It was a relief to have him out of the room. I had a feeling that I was never going to be comfortable anywhere near James, but in a week’s time, that wasn’t going to be a problem. A week was a time frame I could deal with, and although it would seem like forever, it would actually be gone in a flash. I smiled for the first time.

  “Elizabeth.” The words were whispered against her sex again, and I watched her hips writhe against me. “Elizabeth?”

  “Mm?” She tangled her hands in her hair and pulled at the ends in frustration, which was interesting, as I’d barely gotten started. Maybe she suffered from the James effect, too.

  My warm hands rose upwards to caress the plump globes of her breasts. Squeezing them lightly, I said, “I’m going to make you scream my name, over and over again. All fucking night long, you are going to forget that any other word, bar Lois, exists.” My hands reached under her bra and pushed it up high on her chest. Pinching her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, I alternated between soft pulses and firm pinches. With the odd, sharp flick of a fingernail, I teased them into tight little points, and the friction they created against my hands was exquisite. Sucking a tip into my mouth, I suckled long and hard, feeling immensely proud of myself as her body arched up in pleasure. I’d heard women could come from nipple stimulation alone, and it was certainly worth a try, I thought. Using my hands to stroke and knead her right breast, my tongue and teeth went to work on her left. Soft, gentle caresses with my tongue were followed by a light graze or nip with my teeth. In a matter of seconds, I had her grabbing the bed sheets with her fists as she squirmed under my torment.

  Rubbing my own breasts against her, anxious for a little stimulation myself, I began switching my attention from one pouting peak to another as my knee sank between her legs and pressed against the sweet softness it found there. Her nipples were now like knife-edges, straining for all the attention they could get, and I was happy to give it to them. Rocking my knee between her legs, I bit, tweaked, flicked, lapped, and fondled. She was soaked, and the friction worked in my favour. All of I sudden, I stopped in mid-flow and waited to see what would happen.

  “Noooo,” she wailed. “I’m so close. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  “Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?” Okay, I was making the most of my power trip, but could you blame me? Her soft whimpers and moans empowered me, and now that’d I’d had a taste of her, I found I that wanted more. Lots more.

  “Yes. Yes, please let me come for you. I’ll do anything you ask, just please let me come.” Her voice was ragged, and the beautiful edges it now bore turned me on something fierce.

  “You’re right. You will do anything I ask, and before the night’s out, you’ll wonder what the hell you’ve signed up for, but I promise you one thing…” I waited quietly for her to take the bait.

  “What?” Her breath was coming in fast little pants, and watching those silky ripe breasts rise and fall in tandem was a delicious sight indeed.

  “I’ll make sure you enjoy it.” With that, I set to tugging, twisting, sucking, and pinching. One moment my tongue gave a barely-there liquid caress, and in the next I had half a boob in my mouth and was tugging ferociously at it. The woman went off like a rocket with a one-way ticket to outer space.

  When James came back into the room, it was to find Sharkey’s hips rolling and her hands begging me to stop. I paid neither any attention.

  “Lois, get off her and give her a minute. You might as well pick your poison out of these goodies meanwhile, and then you can return to tormenting her. I had no idea you had a taste for domination.” To make sure I complied with his orders, James grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me upwards. “She needs air, Lois.” He rolled his eyes.

  Sighing, I pouted prettily before saying, “Did you know you can come just from having your nipples stimulated?” I then got very distracted by the large plastic tub of toys that he had in his hands. Handing them over to me, I was like a kid in sweet shop for a moment as I considered what I could do with all these wondrous implements of torture.

  “Funnily enough, I did know that, Lois. I do own a fucking shop, after all. Found anything you like yet?” If he thought he could change the conversation that easily, he was much mistaken.

  “Ha. You own a fucking shop, but you don’t fuck. That’s a joke for a start. Who did a number on you?” And there it was. I’d overstepped the boundaries, but I didn’t care. There was a strong desire to dip my toes into James’s past and uncover every last little secret I could find.

  “Oh, I fuck on occasion, Lois. I’m a red-blooded male, after all.” He ran his thumb along my bottom lip roughly, distending it with his harsh treatment, and it was intended to shut me up.

  “But you don’t fuck girls like me.” This was all beginning to make sense now.

  “Spot on, Lois. I don’t fuck girls like you. Now, go pick your toys and fuck someone you can fuck before I get fucking annoyed.”

  James was taking all the fun out of my evening, but I refused to back down that easily.

  “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you don’t mess with anyone that might fall in love with you, or vice versa.” There, I’d said it. If he wanted to shoot me down in flames, now was his chance.

  There was deathly silence for a moment, and it didn’t take a brain surgeon to realise that whilst I was probably correct, I’d also overstepped the line.

  “You have three seconds to get back on that bed, Lois, or I’m going to fill you with the same shit I’ve just given Sharkey, and I’ll have considerably more fun with your body than I probably should.” The smile was cold and calculating.

  “You don’t scare me, James Leveritt.” That may have been more bravado than I actually felt, so I didn’t look at him as I busied myself rummaging through the toy box in front of me. Feeling his eyes boring into me, I didn’t take too long making my choices. Picking up a purple thirteen inch double-ended dildo, a vibrating butt plug, a sachet of lube, and finally grabbing a riding crop, I hoisted myself back on the bed.

  “Do you even know what to do with that?” The dry comment from my temporary lord and master did not make me turn around.

  “Well, you’ll just have to watch and find out, won’t you?” From then on in, I tried my best to erase his presence from my mind. I had bigger and better things to focus on.

  Sharkey’s eyes were drooping closed when I repositioned myself back between her legs, so I gently laid my toys beside us and used my fingers and tongue to wake her up again. Thankfully, it didn’t take her long to come around.

  “Mmm, Lois?” she said sleepily.

  “Mm,” I agreed, blowing against her clit. “Think you can go another round with me?”

  “I�
��m not sure I have the energy,” she said, laughing, her eyes fully open now, and it was clear they were actively encouraging me to get on with things.

  “Let me see if I can convince you,” I purred, and I set to work.

  It didn’t take me long to discover that, contrary to my earlier thoughts, I quite liked girl-on-girl. Don’t get me wrong, I was still firmly in the I-love-blokes camp, but playing around with a willing female participant every now and again had its charms. They were softer, smoother, and just far more delicate than their male counterparts. Sharkey smelt enticing, too. Jasmine and musk tantalised my senses, and I found I couldn’t get enough of it. Licking the fragrance off her at every opportunity, I had her writhing in very short order.

  Deciding that I would try to give her a G-spot orgasm, because whatever James had done to me back in Elite Encounters had been amazingly awesome, I began stroking the inside wall of her vagina. Having done some reading on the matter, after my ‘Ultimate Pain Package,’ I’d tried to recreate the experience from the comfort of my own bedroom, but to no avail. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do to yourself. Perhaps if I practised on Sharkey, it might help me gather a few hints and tips on the subject. It certainly couldn’t hurt.

  Curling my fingers upwards in a ‘come hither’ motion, it didn’t take me long to find the spongy, walnut-sized bump that was otherwise known as the G-spot. So my first challenge had been easier than I thought. There was no time for congratulating myself, though, as my second challenge was to figure out how the double-ended dildo worked. Okay, so I kinda knew the basics, but whether it would actually work as well in practise was another matter entirely. There was only one way to find out.

  Inserting the dildo a good four or five inches inside me, I was unsurprised to find myself extremely wet. Apparently I really liked being in charge. Too bad that wasn’t going to be in my immediate future. Oh well. Dipping the remaining end into Sharkey’s pussy, I began to lubricate the beast slowly. Sliding nothing more than the tip in and out, over and over again, I watched as she writhed about on the bed, and then slapped her hands away when they tried to pull me closer for more.

  “Uh uh uh.” Shaking my head at her, I said, “This is my show and you need to obey my rules if you want to come. Okay?” She responded by whimpering and nodding. I decided that I’d keep this image of Sharkey inside my head for special occasions. After a particularly bad debriefing, it just might come in handy. “Do you want more?”

  “Yes. Yes, I want more,” she pleaded, her hands coming up for me again as the dildo dipped inside her and then quickly retreated. I batted them away again.

  “Then ask nicely,” I drawled, my hands reaching up to tweak both of her nipples simultaneously.

  After she’d finished gasping, she whispered, “Please, Lois. Please fuck me properly. I’m desperate.” Another breathy little gasp escaped her lips as I entered her again.

  Feeling mightily empowered after that little comment, I just hoped I could deliver what she was expecting. Whilst I could hold the dildo pretty accurately for the few light penetrations I was giving her, full blown thrusting might be beyond the ability of my PC muscles. Oh well, there was only one way to find out.

  Down on my knees, I grabbed her hips and lifted them upwards. I then began slowly thrusting back and forth inside her. Thankfully, the dildo was quite firm and I somehow managed to control the beast.

  “Oh God, that feels good. Don’t stop, Lois. Don’t, whatever you do, fucking stop.”

  So, of course I stopped. Slipping out of her gently, I went back to my G-spot teasing, tormenting that soft, slippery little bump until she was breathless and pleading in front of me.

  “I’m going to come, Lois. Oh fuck, I think I’m going to come.”

  Which was my cue to stop again. Sucking my index finger into my mouth and getting it nice and wet, I asked, “Have you ever been fucked in the ass before, Elizabeth?” Repeating the question a further two times, I finally got my answer.

  “Yes,” she whimpered, and, to be honest, I wasn’t really surprised. Having no wish to know exactly what my boss got up to behind closed doors, I left the conversation there and began running my finger around her tight little hole, getting her ready for what was to come next.

  “Do you want to be filled, Elizabeth? Both holes at once?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered, and there was no hesitation now. Her eyes were nearly bulging out of their sockets in pleasure, and it felt gratifying to know that it was me who put that wondrous expression on her face.

  Carefully laying myself down on top of her body, I caressed her face, exploring all the curves, contours, and delightful hollows that presented themselves to me. The enticing smell of jasmine teased me at each taste, and the feel of her body wriggling beneath me was a potent aphrodisiac. As her arms came for me, trying to push me down lower, I grasped each one firmly and slammed them into the bed.

  “I’m the one running this show,” I whispered, “and if you don’t do as you’re told, you’re not going to enjoy yourself very much.” Biting her lip firmly, to make my point known, I stared into a pair of lovely chocolate brown eyes until she got my message. It didn’t take too long, thankfully. Rewarding her submission with my eager lips, I thrust my tongue against hers, and the battle for supremacy continued for a while, although we both know knew who the winner was in this game.

  When we both needed to come up for air, I diverted my attention lower once more. Kissing a leisurely path down her body, purely to torment her, my fingers began teasing her ass again. Nestling themselves deep within that dark valley, I began to circle her hole again and again. It didn’t take me long to find the sachet of lubricant and, using one hand and my teeth, I tore the packet open. When I removed both hands to make sure the plug was fully lubricated, she whimpered and moaned in heat.

  “Shh,” I soothed her. “This will all be over in a minute.”

  Holding the plug in my left hand, I went back to teasing her G-spot with my right. Inserting three fingers now, I tormented both her pussy and ass at the same time. Gentle little pulses of the plug, followed by firm strokes of my fingers had her near delirious in record time. She was more than ready for orgasm number two, I thought.

  Stealing a casual glance over my shoulder, I found James with his eyes glued to the both of us. Giving him a slow smile, I said, “Kiss her.”

  He gave me an answering one in return. “Looking to distract her, Lois?”

  “That’s exactly it,” I grinned.

  He did not need to be asked twice. Having already disposed of his shirt, James’s naked back leaned over the bed, and it was already glistening with sweat. Had we made him hot and bothered? I certainly hoped so. Maybe he could have some of what I normally had every time he was in close proximity to me.

  Watching his fingers slide carefully under her head, before his hand lifted her up, I once again became insanely jealous. It was an instinctive reaction, and one I could do nothing about. I wanted those lips near me, knowing first hand all of the wondrous things they could do. Managing to curb my growl of annoyance, I gritted my teeth, but that anger had to be vented somehow.

  Pushing the plug forward with a little more force than necessary, Sharkey shot up off the bed and yowled, but the deed had been done. The plug had slotted nicely home, which gave me time to concentrate on the other sweet hole, the one dead centre between her legs. Twisting my fingers inside her, in long, slow thrusting motions, I found her elusive little spot once more and began to torment it. Reaching to my side for the crop, my hand touched down in several places before I managed to confirm that it was missing. I looked sideways at James.

  “That was my toy,” I snarled.

  “Yes, it was. Now that you find yourself insanely jealous of Elizabeth, I think I’d better make it mine until I can calm you down.”

  Arrghh. How did that man read me so well? Seriously, I might as well have had a flashing neon sign on my forehead that instantly relayed the contents of my brain.

  Not bo
thering to deny it, I said, “And how do you intend on doing that?”

  The crop flew in the air with a whoosh and landed sharply on my left buttock. I yelped, and the resulting smarting sensation drew tears to my eyes. “That’s supposed to calm me down?” I asked incredulously.

  “Hell no. But you will be when I’ve finished with you. Get a move on and make her come, Lois, and then I’ll see to both of you.” With that, his lips were back on Sharkey, but thankfully the jealousy had ebbed. Even though I knew the man was a playboy, I still couldn’t help those green moods. I really had to do something about that…

  “Lois, concentrate.”

  And that’s what I did. Less than two minutes later, with my fingers coiling firmly around her insides, Sharkey came with a guttural roar and an impressive eruption of her own. Somehow, I’d managed to make the woman squirt. This had to be a near miracle. Feeling particularly proud of myself, I almost didn’t notice when James wrapped his hand around my neck.

  “Impressive, Lois. Maybe you’ll fit in just fine at CB after all.” It seemed I now had a red, rosy glow to go with my feel-good mood. If it was praise from the master, it had to have been good.

  “Elizabeth, I want you to watch Lois and me while you masturbate yourself to orgasm. Do you think you can do that?” James’s voice clearly suggested that he did, even if she didn’t.

  “God, yes,” came the immediate, raspy reply. I didn’t know how she could be so sure - she’d just come twice, for goodness sake!

  “Then be a good girl and open those legs wide. We want a good show, don’t we, Lois?”

  I wasn’t given time to respond before his lips crashed into mine, and after that, all the good brain cells decided to go on strike. Trying to come up for air on several occasions, I was quickly sucked back down into the maelstrom, and my head spun in dizzying, effervescent circles. The feeling was electric, and I nearly smothered myself, so great was my need to be close to him.

  A sharp tap with the crop soon centred me, though, and Sharkey was given one of the same. We both yelped in tandem.