Flames (A Special Agent Novel Book 3)

by C. P. Mandara

  “I’ll take my punishment,” she whimpered, shaking her head free of my hands.

  I nodded my head. "There's a good girl," I said condescendingly. "Besides, it's the very least you can do, I think." She nodded slowly, and to reward her acquiescence, I took her lips gently in mine. It was a brief, albeit tender joining of lips, and when I pulled away, she moaned pitifully.

  “I’m going to flog that pretty little cunt of yours until you beg Alain to fuck you. Do you understand me?” Chewing her bottom lip, she shook her head. Her face now looked ashen and haunted, while a single tear fell down her cheek. I wasn’t going to take no for an answer, though. “Do you understand?” I repeated, in a voice so quiet it should have sent shivers up her spine. Eventually, she nodded.

  Standing up, I then moved behind her, positioning myself between her spread legs on the bench. Her sex was already glistening with the evidence of her arousal, and all I wanted to do was sink straight inside her. Thankfully, I was used to not acting on my base instincts.

  The first stroke of the flogger was so gentle, it barely touched her, but Lois jumped anyway. Right now her flesh was so sensitised she would have felt the flap of a butterfly’s wing. The second swing was not so kind, however. I slammed the flails into her sex, knowing it would send her crazy – and it did. The flogger continued to fall, and I kept changing the intensity of the strokes, so she would never be able to figure out what would come next. After ten minutes of this treatment, she was a mess.

  "No, no, no," she sobbed over and over. "Please stop. I can't take any more." Now, this might have been good acting on Lois's part, but I didn't think so. She was far too wet, and all the wriggling about suggested that her arousal was reaching boiling point. It was now time to make that frustration a little more acute.

  “Alain. Get between her legs and suck on her cunt, but do not let her come. If you let her come, I’ll fucking truss you up on the St Andrews,” I said warningly.

  "You and whose army?" said Alain sourly, but he didn't argue with me. Kneeling in front of Lois, he dipped his head between her legs and began to suckle. The restraints on Lois's ankles tightened sharply as she screeched. Walking back around to her face, I dropped to my haunches again, content on watching her suffer for the next few minutes. I couldn't help but wonder if she'd be okay with two men fucking her at once, but whether I liked it or not, I was shortly about to find out.

  Chapter Twenty - Lois

  I had Adie between my legs and James about to take my throat. My head was going to explode. Right now, the boss was eyeing me up as if I was dinner, and I felt a little bit like Red Riding hood must have, after her first encounter with the wolf.

  What was James looking for? Was he enjoying watching me suffer? Perhaps he was wondering if I’d be able to take everything he and Adie had to dish out. If that was the case, he might as well shelve his fears. This was nothing when compared to what I’d gone through at Carte Blanche. Aside from the fact I had two of the hottest men around competing to fuck me, and a pair of ovaries that were threatening to explode, I was doing just fine – if you discounted the fact that I desperately needed to come.

  “Red, amber, or green, Lois?” James’s lips fluttered against my ear, in contrast to Adie’s, which were trying to eat me alive. God, I couldn’t think worth a damn at the moment.

  “Green,” I said after a moment’s hesitation, as the rising tide of pleasure began to consume me.

  “Alain, get over here. I think I need to give her another flogging.” James smiled evilly at me, and my expression hardened. Bastard. These two men were going to push me to the limits of my endurance this evening, and to add insult to injury, they were going to make me enjoy it.

  "What do you want me to do?" Adie swapped places with James and looked down at me. He'd scrubbed up well this evening. His hair was curling lightly around his temples, practically murdered into submission with gel, and the scruff he wore would make most women swoon. It was apparent that the man wasn't unaffected by me either because his eyes ate me up like a three-course meal in a fancy French restaurant.

  "Oh, fuck. Tears," he whispered. Trailing one finger up the side of my cheek, Adie scooped up his prize and then put it in his mouth. His eyes closed for a brief second, and when they opened, they were full of heat.

  “I want you to warm her up, Alain. I’m going to flog her, over and over again, until she begs you to fuck her. That’s obviously where you come in.”

  “When do you want me to start?” Adie seemed keen to begin immediately.

  “All you have to do is wait for the words, idiot.”

  Adie bristled. “I take offense at being called an…”

  “Then don’t try to fuck other men’s wives,” James interrupted. I swear the bastard had just set him up beautifully. Adie should know by now that it was never easy to get one over on James.

  The flogger began almost immediately. James slammed it down relentlessly on my inner thighs, but that was a pain I could stomach. The trouble was, I knew where that flogger was headed next, and I was not going to be able to withstand that for long. On the other side of the coin, I also didn’t want to give in too easily. I had a reputation to uphold in these parts, and James was far too bloody smug as it was.

  “How does that feel, darling? Is it a little tender yet?” James was goading me. That man.

  “Why are you doing this?” I whispered, struggling to take air in. The flogger was beating down upon my flesh with fury now, and I knew James wasn’t in the mood for me to play hardball.

  “Why? You need to know why?” James sounded a little incredulous, as well he might if he’d really been the jilted husband. “Maybe I’m doing it so that next time you walk into a damn BDSM dungeon and decide to fuck someone who is not your husband, you’ll think twice about it. In order for you to make sensible decisions in future, I think the lesson should be a hard one.” James smiled tightly. He was every inch the affronted male. Anyone watching would have been hard-pressed to tell he was acting. I hoped to hell we’d got tongues wagging outside. I needed this episode of my life finished, one way or another, but drawing out the real Dumortier wasn’t going to be easy.

  The flogger then landed on my clit, a blindingly hard strike, and I yelped.

  “Start begging,” James barked.

  "No." If James wanted me to beg, he was going to have to work for it.

  “Suit yourself,” came the reply, and the flogger rained down fire upon my clit. I took it for as long as I could. The bastard never seemed to tire, and each swing imparted more bite than the last. Where did the man get his stamina? Two minutes of this torment, and Adie was literally licking the tears of my face because there were so many of them. At least someone was happy. In the end, brute force won. I couldn’t compete with that, and he knew it.

  “Stop,” I half sobbed, half croaked.

  “I can’t hear you,” James said, and I swear the bastard was thoroughly enjoying himself.

  “Stop. Please stop,” I screamed, as loudly as I could, considering it was bloody difficult just to draw in breath.

  This time, the flogger stopped. “I’m waiting.”

  My eyes darted up to Adie's. This was the moment we'd been building up to. The one I'd been waiting for. All I had to do was beg for the privilege. Sniffling, I cleared my throat and braced myself for the next step in the grand plan. Oh god, oh god, oh god. There was a good chance my body was going to go nuclear today.

  "Don't make me do this," I whispered, drawing out the moment. My eyelashes were heavily laden with tears, and I was playing the part of the tortured wife to a ‘T.' Adie looked ready to spontaneously combust. When he'd said that women crying aroused him, he wasn't joking.

  James brought the flogger up again and began another renewed round of torture. He planted twenty lashes upon my most intimate flesh, and when he’d finished, I was openly sobbing. He’d made his point.

  “Beg,” he growled.

  With my eyes focused upon the floor, I whispered, “Please
fuck me, Alain.” A single tear splashed upon Adie’s highly polished Brogue, and my focus was drawn to it.

  “Louder. He can’t hear you.” It seemed James was out for blood.

  Clearing my throat, I said, “Please fuck me, Alain.” I even looked up at him and batted my eyelashes.

  “You can do better than that,” James said warningly. He wasn’t wrong.

  This time I looked directly into Adie’s eyes and licked my lips. My gaze then fluttered to his crotch, which was fairly bulging with need. Perfect.

  "Alain, please fuck my mouth. I want your cock down my throat and the taste of your cum all over my fucking lips. Please ram it inside me…" I didn't get a chance to say much more than that. Adie had managed to undo his fly with surprising speed, and his cock was already pushing its way past my lips. Sucking it greedily inside me, I moaned. He tasted heavenly – spicy and woody – and his thick length stretched my lips wide. Up until now, I'd wondered if I'd ever get the chance to sleep with either of these two men and now all my birthdays were coming at once.

  “Take it right to the back of her throat, Alain. Make her feel you. I want to hear her gag.” I wondered if James was enjoying himself. I suspected he was, and far too much.

  Adie didn't pay any attention to him at first, though. He was lost in his own little world. Propping a hand under my chin, he slowly fed me the length of his cock, inch by slow inch. Pulling back slightly, he then pulsed down my throat – gentle little thrusts, as my mouth became accustomed to his girth. The man was a good eight inches, and it was all mine, and I did my best to appreciate his gift, sucking tightly for all I was worth.

  "Want a go on that cross after all, Alain?" James's voice sounded hard, and the next thing I heard was Adie's strangled gasp as an elbow wrapped itself around his throat. "I call the shots here, Alain. If I tell you to jump, you ask how high. If I tell you to fuck her hard, you fuck her really hard. If I have to come round and show you how to do it, I'm going to be pissed. Feel me?" Adie started to make a croaking sound as if trying to speak, but James was having none of it and simply tightened his grip. "If she wants to behave like a whore, you make her feel like a whore - you take, you don't give. Let me demonstrate."

  James did exactly that. Taking hold of Adie's waist, James pulled back his hips and then thrust him forward, spearing me hard. My eyes bulged, and I spluttered and choked. Trying to fit eight inches of man flesh down your throat in one lunge isn't the easiest of feats to accomplish, especially with a limited warm-up. Adie was then pulled back and thrust forward again, a solid thrust with maximum impact. I spluttered and gurgled.

  "Get the idea? If you can't do the job properly, I'll see to her myself, and you can deal with the two guys outside. It'd be a shame to ruin that pretty face of yours, though." James released Adie's neck with a jerk and stepped backwards, waiting to see what would happen.

  Adie’s face was now thunderous. “If you ever put your hands on me again, I swear to God I’ll fucking…”

  "Kill me?" James said, in a rather bored voice. "You can try, but even if you manage it, you aren't getting past them." James indicated the closed door. "So shut up and do as your told."

  The next five minutes were pure torture. Adie's cock was murdering my throat, with hard, painful drives in and out of my mouth, and James was up to his own mischief behind me. His fingers were pulsing inside both my pussy and ass and all I could think about was having his cock inside me. How would it feel to have two men fucking me at once? I was already so close to orgasm I could probably come within seconds. Right now, though, I needed to concentrate. Sucking air into my chest between Adie's ever fast and furious stabs was becoming an increasingly difficult ordeal. I was making choked, distressed noises every time he pulled back out of my throat, and if that didn't stop soon, I would be going light-headed shortly. A cynical girl might have said that's what James was aiming for. I'd read somewhere that autoerotic asphyxiation heightened sexual arousal and orgasm. When the brain is robbed of oxygen, you can experience a rush of euphoria, dizziness, and lowered inhibitions – much like being drunk, I guess. It wasn't anything I had ever planned on trying, though, because it was bloody dangerous.

  "That's it, Alain. Come in my wife's throat. See how much she's enjoying herself? Let that little tramp suck you dry." Adie needed no further encouragement. With a few, final, massive thrusts, I felt him jerk and then ejaculate inside me. My mouth was suddenly flooded with come, and I sucked it all up greedily, swallowing my feast down in gasping gulps. He held himself there until the last few gentle pulses had receded, sighing blissfully. When he finally withdrew, my tongue carefully curled around his cock, a soft cleaning caress that made him bury his fingers in my hair as his head tipped back in evident enjoyment.

  “Fuck, she’s good at that,” Adie whispered reverently.

  "I'm glad you think so because you're getting another chance to join us in a minute." Right now, I need you to help me untie her, so we can put her on her back. I want to watch her face." James had already begun to unfasten the restraints on my ankles and Adie, after a moment's hesitation, began undoing the ones on my wrists. Before I knew what was happening, they'd flipped me over and were reattaching the straps.

  Kicking and struggling for all I was worth, I gave them as much fight as I had left in me. It might have been in the script, but the last thing I wanted to do was discourage these men from finishing what they had started. I was now as randy as hell, and just needed some kind of release. If James and Adie left me hanging after this ordeal, I would never forgive them.

  James was ready for me, of course. His arms were like limpets around my ankles, and the feeble kicks I tried to let loose were quickly buffered by them. Adie wasn't so lucky. He got my fist on the side of his jaw, and though it wasn't powerful, he flinched.

  “Behave yourself,” James barked at me, “else I’ll get him to fuck you in the ass.” Promises, promises, I thought.

  “She doesn’t like that,” he explained to Adie, “Although I think the woman protests too much. Maybe we’ll see if we can make her like it.” He raised his eyebrows at me and gave me a calculating look. I closed my eyes. I could hardly bear to look at him when he was like this. In front of my legs, I had a half-naked male who was rippling with muscles, staring at me like I was dinner. All I wanted to do was scream at him to stop teasing me and finish what he’d started, but that wasn’t how this was supposed to go just yet, and I had to obey orders.

  “Shall we tell Alain to go now?” James whispered, sliding three fingers inside my pussy and making me gasp out loud.

  "Yes. Tell him to go," I moaned breathily, unable to think straight. If James wasn't careful, the script was about to go out of the window in a moment. My head was a mess.

  James looked at Adie, and then he looked at me, leaning over slowly until his lips landed gently on my left nipple. "I don't think so," he breathed against me. "I don't think you've learned your lesson yet." I was about to protest when my nipple was sucked sharply into his mouth. My hands curled into fists, feeling the hard bulge of his cock now pressing up against my burning clitoris. Dear God, there was only so much more of this I could take.

  Releasing my nipple with an audible pop, he then moved over to the other to repeat the process.

  “Untie me,” I whimpered, but there was no real conviction in my tone. Here I was, supposed to be doing my best to play the part of a naughty wife caught in the act, and I was finding it harder than I could possibly have imagined. The shame and humiliation part was fine, but I was enjoying myself far too much.

  James stretched himself higher up my body, putting his lips to my ear, as he whispered, “Lois, put some fucking effort into it.” This rubbed his erection even more firmly into my pussy, almost driving me wild. “You’re supposed to be trying to save your marriage, not begging for more.” The bastard sounded far too smug for my liking, and it snapped me out of the haze of desire that had surrounded me in a second.

  Nearly head-butting the man as I shot for
ward in my restraints, my eyes darkened as I screamed, “Untie me now, you bastard. This has gone too far.”

  James then pulled back abruptly, rubbing his clean-shaven jaw, and gave me a slow smile. He then shook his head.

  “I don’t think so, darling. Not until you’ve had another cock down your throat and one in your cunt, both at the same time. Then you’ll know if you can handle two men at once.”

  “Alain. Tell him,” I wailed. My eyes searched for Adie, who was now standing with his back up against the wall, watching us warily. At least he was playing his part to the letter.

  James pulled back away from my body, his arms resting on either side of me. His fingers then reached up to caress either side of my jaw, before he said, "He's not coming to your rescue, sweetheart. I've got that man by the balls, and he knows it." My vision swam with the ice-blue eyes that were now boring into my head. My whole body was jumpy and on edge, not with adrenaline for a change, but with desire. These two men had me so revved up that functioning on any kind of level seemed almost impossible.

  "Maybe it's time you started taking responsibility for your own actions, then," I spat with all the scorned woman I could muster. "If you weren't away all the time for work, and busy fucking your secretary at every available opportunity, maybe, just maybe, your wife wouldn't need to stray." It wasn't in the script, and I didn't give a damn. It was time to even up the playing field and put him on the spot because I, for one, was getting tired of dodging virtual bullets.

  James bit his lip and twisted his head towards the wall, so the crowd behind the viewing window wouldn’t be able to see him. I caught the edge of a rueful smile as he realised I’d thrown a spanner in the works. Too bad. He deserved it. I waited for him to wriggle out of this one.

  "Lois," he purred, as his head once again came down close to my ear, "play nicely, or you won't receive that orgasm you so richly deserved until about ten seconds ago." He then bit my ear, hard, in warning. If he thought that was a deterrent, he was much mistaken. Arching up into his body, I rubbed against his groin and purred. The bastard bit me again.