Sparks (A Special Agent Novel Book 1)

by C. P. Mandara

  “Get those fingers moving, Elizabeth. I want you nice and wet.” James pressed the leather tip of the crop to the top of Sharkey’s mound and watched as she rushed to do his bidding. After a few seconds, he clucked his tongue. “Not nearly good enough, darling. You can do better than that.” He tapped the crop lightly on her mound as an added incentive, and she tried her best, but it was obvious the poor woman was exhausted. James smacked the crop down hard, making her yelp in shock, before he turned around to face me.

  “Lois, lie down between her legs and warm her up for me.” My backside got a sharp swat with the crop as I hastened to obey, but I didn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing me shout. “That’s it, Lois. Torment her with your tongue and pump that plug in and out. Let’s give her the big finale.” Having my boss suffer under my hands one last time this evening wasn’t going to be a hardship, so I did exactly as he said. This time, however, it was nowhere near as simple as the first.

  For starters, James had begun spanking my backside. With one hand, he alternated from cheek to cheek, and the pressure was just hard enough to keep me wriggling. Even if it hadn’t been, his other hand between my legs would have been.

  “You are so wet, Lois. If I’d had any idea how much playing with girls would turn you on, I’d have brought one in earlier.” Had I been able to speak, I might have responded to that, but my lips and tongue were being firmly employed elsewhere.

  Trying to concentrate with all that going on behind me was nearly impossible, but James was intent on making things as difficult as possible.

  “Did you know that spanking is great as a warm up, because it increases blood flow to the sweet spot, or ‘genitals’ as it’s more commonly known, which helps to turn you on?”

  I didn’t answer that question.

  “It also stimulates some major nerves, and the body often confuses pain for pleasure.”

  Now that was something I had already noticed. My body was already humming in anticipation of what was to come. Hopefully my fingers and tongue were doing a reasonable job at getting Sharkey to the same place.

  There were three cracks of the crop upon my body, and I was nearly paralysed for a second, but when no more were forthcoming, I began to relax. Then the crop lightly skimmed my skin, and I jumped so forcefully, I lost contact with Sharkey’s clit. Oops.

  “The anticipation of a swat is almost as good as the sharp sting of a hit, isn’t it, Lois?”

  It was, but I still wasn’t going to answer him. I had Sharkey writhing again, and it was a pretty good feeling. Grabbing hold of both her breasts, I tweaked her nipples again, laughing as her hands rushed up to try and protect her poor little nubs. I then began pumping her plug backwards and forwards, and the deep, raspy moan she made was my reward.

  James didn’t want her to come so quickly though, so he dotted a round of quick, sharp swats all over her body, leaving angry red marks in their wake. Quite mean, but extremely effective. The sound of very vocal swearing made my ears burn for a few minutes.

  “Not yet, Elizabeth. I haven’t finished with Lois yet.” Not sure I liked the sound of that, I paused for a second. Sharkey began moaning in earnest, so it was difficult to hear much, but the sound of tearing caught my attention. Godamnit. I was shortly going to kill…

  “Unnnghh.” A plug, very similar in size and shape to the one I’d used on Sharkey, was now being positioned at my rear - at least, I thought it was a plug. When another soft plastic dildo entered my pussy, and both began vibrating in earnest, I realised my mistake. How in the hell was I supposed to concentrate now? James’s fingers continually flicked and nipped at my clit, and if I thought wailing and begging would have done any good, I might have gone down that route. Another whack with the crop had me seeing stars.

  “Make her come, Lois. It’s the last one of the evening, so make it good.”

  And that’s exactly what I did. Three fingers of one hand were pumping inside her, my mouth was on her clit, and my other hand penetrated her over and over with the plug. The edge of pain had helped lengthen my play time with her, but judging by the heaving gulps of air she was taking in, Sharkey wasn’t going to last too much longer, and neither was I. As her hips arched majestically off the bed and she began sobbing hysterically, I increased the onslaught of my fingers and tongue until she began screaming. Nearly at the point of no return myself, I waited patiently for James to return the favour, but suddenly, on the edge of that precarious precipice, he stopped all movement and withdrew the invaders from my body.

  “Nice work, Lois. Now it’s time for Elizabeth to go home, and you to go to bed. You’ve got a long day ahead of you tomorrow.” I wanted to scream, but I didn’t. There had been an inkling at the back of my mind that he might pull this stunt with me, so I sucked in my displeasure and held myself firmly in check. He was not getting a reaction. Climbing off the bed slowly, I drew in several gulps of calming breaths and wiped my lips clean with my wrist. You can get through this, Lois, I told myself. Although, right now, it was a miserable experience.

  Leaving Sharkey in a state of near hysteria, writhing and rolling as her stomach and hips tried to come to terms with what I’d just done to her body, I reasoned it would take her a half hour or so to recover, but she’d come around just fine. Strangely, I didn’t waste any time wondering whether my actions this evening might affect my future promotion prospects. If I was lucky enough to survive this experience, there was a good chance I might be considering different career options at the end of it.

  Swinging weary legs off the bed, I stood up and faced James with a penetrating stare that went far beyond his eyes.

  “That was pretty impressive,” he acknowledged, and I genuinely think I’d surprised him. He did not get an answering smile from me, however. The pain of acute orgasm denial did not put me in a warm and fuzzy mood, so I gave it to him with both barrels blasting.

  “Next time you pull a stunt like this, be honest with me,” I said. “If you’re injecting barbiturates into her system, her eyes are going to dilate. Similarly, as expert an actor as she is, she forgot to slur her words as soon as we got serious, and she was pretty concise with her hands and fingers when she wanted to push me away. You could have saved yourself the trouble of wasting a needle and a bottle of saline solution.”

  James didn’t look in the least bit chastised, but I didn’t let that stop my tirade.

  “Well, I’ve had an exhausting night. Forgive me if I don’t crawl back to my bed, but I’m sick and tired of the lot of you. “

  “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

  My eyes nearly shot forward from their sockets at that remark. After all he’d put me through, he could not be serious. “Yes, I think I am. I’m forgetting that I should probably throw a swift kick to your general groin area on my way out.”

  “Oh, you’re not getting out of our little deal that easily, Lois. You made me a promise.” The seductive purr of his voice left me in no doubt as to what he meant.

  “You’re not serious? I’ve just insulted and yelled at you, and you want me to suck your cock?” My mouth hung open. I couldn’t be bothered to close it either, because it looked like I’d be using it soon.

  “Angry women turn me the fuck on.” Tangling a hand in my hair, he applied direct, forceful pressure to my back until my knees buckled and I was on the floor before him.

  “Remember that you have to beg, Lois. That was also part of the deal. I’m really looking forward to that part.”

  “James Leveritt, you are the biggest asshole that has ever walked the face of the earth,” I said in fury, but in reality, my mouth was already watering, and I could think of nothing but freeing the constrained cock that was bulging forth in front of me. Exhaustion be damned, I was once again horny as hell.

  “Nah. I’m the second biggest asshole. You’ll meet the guy that holds the top spot shortly. Now shut up and put that hole to good use.”

  And that was how our story began. Little did I realise, even though I was half in lo
ve with James back then, I would soon forget all about him in less than two weeks’ time. As unbelievable as it sounds, it was the truth. When the doors of Carte Blanche opened for me, they would strip my world bare, and I’ve never been a girl who was fond of black and white. Though James had tried his best to warn me, it wasn’t until I was on the road of no return that I realised I had made the biggest mistake of my life. All alone, and with no one to turn to, I’d made my bed, but lying in it was almost impossible. Alain Dumortier was out for blood. Mine.

  The End

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  Smoke

  I’ve been sold to Alain Dumortier. I was delivered to his doorstep naked as the day I was born, and two weeks later, I haven’t got a stitch of clothing to my name.

  This should have been an easy assignment. Get in, have him fall under my spell, grab every little piece of intel I could find, and then assassinate him. They were simple instructions, and ones I’d followed countless times before. What could go wrong?

  Just about everything. Alain’s kept me imprisoned and drugged up to my eyeballs. The mind games he’s playing are nearly my undoing, but it’s hard battling a body that’s full of barbiturates or opium. There’s one more problem, too.

  I think I’m falling in love with the bastard.

  ** Releasing 2018 **

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  Christina Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney, and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.

  She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling, and water sports. Think surfing or sailing. She's a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn't big enough) is her riding crop.

  In her spare time she's usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside, or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she's one of few woman who wouldn't mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you'll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica, or dark, paranormal fantasies.

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  Named And Shamed

  GOOD EVENING

  The Mercedes coupé slunk silently through the evening traffic, sneaking in and out of lanes with stealth and speed. Like a bullet made of liquid silver, the six litre engine had eaten up several hundred miles of motorway with sublime ease and was now purring happily in the smog-filled heart of London. Comfortably stretched out in one of its grey, Nappaleather seats, the driver was in a world of his own. His knuckles were tightly clamped around the steering wheel and it was evident that the events of his day had been stressful. The bittersweet strains of Beethoven’sMoonlight

  Sonatacould be heard throughout the vehicle, but the dulcet tones did not manage to soothe its occupant.

  After forty minutes of queuing, the driver finally reached his destination, exited swiftly and tossed his keys to a waiting valet. In the heart of London, the city played its usual vibrant tune and the sounds of honking horns, noisy car stereos and cursing motorists could be heard. Usually, he barely even noticed them, but this evening they appeared to be amplified to unbearable proportions. His usual smile was absent and the state of agitation he found himself in grew with each passing second. Walking purposefully towards the revolving doors of the sheet glass skyscraper that towered in front of him, the only sound that could be heard was the receptionist as she scraped back her chair and rose to greet him.

  “Good evening, Sir. I hope you had...”

  “Thank you, Lucinda.” He shut the blonde down with those three clipped words and continued walking. Initially her eyes flared with shock, but recovering quickly, she looked carefully at the floor before re-seating herself. She didn’t quite manage to hide her disappointed expression. Although they had been intimate on several occasions, the blonde was not what he needed today. He required a brunette and not just any brunette. He wanted a trained accomplice for the deeds he had in mind. He would find one of those several metres up in the air.

  Pressing the button for the elevator he waited until a melodic ping announced its arrival. Immediately stepping inside, the doors closed swiftly behind him and he rode in contemplative silence until they opened their jaws on the twenty first and uppermost floor.

  “Good evening, Mr...”

  Another chair moved and another blonde shot up to try and greet him. “I want Marianna in my office, now,” he barked.

  Unlike the female downstairs, Kerry had the benefit of at least three years of submissive training. His surly demeanour and sharp commands immediately primed her for action.

  “And tell her to bring me a cup of coffee and an aspirin.”

  He strode purposefully to the dark panelled door to the left of him, which bore his name plate in scripted gold lettering and pulled it open wide. He rifled through the papers on his desk and checked his messages. There was nothing that wouldn’t wait until tomorrow, which was good. This evening, he had plans and lots of them. No sooner had he sat himself down, than Marianna’s high heels could be heard marching efficiently down the corridor. Kerry had obviously relayed the news of his good humour. He almost smiled.

  The long-haired brunette entered gracefully, bearing a silver salver with a cup of black coffee, a tall glass of water and a blister pack of tablets. She laid it to rest on his giant, solid mahogany desk and gracefully fell to the floor beside it. On her knees, she kept her eyes downcast and tilted her head forward. Her arms were then neatly folded behind her back.

  So, this was the lovely Marianna. He vaguely remembered employing her. Unlike most of the girls in his office, she had been hired chiefly for her computer skills rather than any other purpose. Of

  course, the girl was a beauty, but then... they all were. Her long chestnut hair framed her face in delicate waves, she had a pair of sparkling green emerald eyes which could dazzle a lesser man and her lips were full and ripe for the taking, dressed only in a thin coat of clear gloss. They were currently posed in the most deliciously sensuous pout. For a couple of quiet minutes, he allowed himself the pleasure of admiring her tantalising form. The sheer white blouse that she wore accentuated her full breasts and he could see wisps of white lace beneath it. The knee length black skirt did nothing to cool his ardour because he was already imagining what it might be concealing. Most of his submissives knew that he preferred his women clean shaven and without the additional hindrance of underwear, but he would have to wait and see what delights this one would reveal. He suspected she’d toe the line. The penalties of misbehaviour in his office were often detrimen
tal to the health of one’s backside... amongst other things.

  He had never used her. It was no secret that he had a preference for blondes and eighty per cent of the woman in his office conformed to this whim. The brunettes were there purely for decoration. They were often used by his colleagues or a visitor, but rarely, if ever, by him.

  It was clear that she was nervous by the faint ripple of movement which flowed through her body and so she should be. Women talked and the other ladies in his office had many tales to tell. Tonight, this beautiful creature was going to be used as he had used no-one else in his office before. He punched two chalky white tablets from their plastic coating and let his fingers rest upon the highball glass. There was a slight wobble in his hand as he reached for the water, and it annoyed him. He needed to calm down and he needed release. One would probably follow the other, although the order might need to be reversed. Swallowing the tablets, he began to envision how his evening would unfold.

  “Stand.” The command was soft, but there was no disguising the edge to his voice. She obeyed instantly. “I want my coffee, Marianna.” His voice was a growl and his eyes appeared almost evil in their obvious carnal intent.

  To her credit, Marianna didn’t miss a beat. She took hold of the platinum edged cup and proffered the beverage towards him.