Flames (A Special Agent Novel Book 3)

by C. P. Mandara

  Then he said menacingly, “I am not fucking my secretary. I, unlike you, have some restraint, so don’t even think of trying to pin that shit on me.” Touché, I thought. "Now you're just going to have to take your medicine, darling, and you're going to swallow the whole damn lot. Yes, you're going to get everything you deserve, sweetheart. Just you wait and see." Pulling away from me, James stood up and beckoned Adie forward.

  "You get to stand between her legs now, Alain. While I'll see what I can do about keeping her quiet." James gave me a calculated smile. The absolute bastard. So he thought he could keep a hold on himself by getting Adie to do all the hard work? Interesting. Here was a man who had principles. He's said he wasn't going to fuck me, and it looked like he was going to stick to his guns. Call me vain, but I was secretly pleased he thought I posed such a threat that he didn't dare take me. What I was curious about, though, was why he didn't think oral was such a big deal? He'd taken my mouth over and over again in training, from exquisitely gentle to so damn rough I could barely think, and we'd also tried all variants in-between. The man had a voracious appetite when awakened, but he seemed to be able to turn it on and off at will. Perhaps it was one of the benefits of being a dominant at Elite Encounters. He was used to controlling himself and holding back. I found that I desperately wanted to break past that tight mantle of will power, and rock his world, but it would probably be at detriment to my own. I was spinning out of control. Everyone knew it, including me. They were just waiting for the fuse to blow.

  Adie pushed himself away from the wall, narrowing his eyes at James. He was thinking the same thing as me. This wasn't in the script, why the change? It was James that was supposed to have his cock inside my pussy before they switched it up. Adie didn't question the change, though. All he did was stand in front of my legs patiently, as he waited for orders.

  Meanwhile, James slowly undid his fly. I heard the distinct jingle of a belt buckle being released before there was a scrape of leather and the soft pop of a button being undone. His cock was hovering over my face in a matter of seconds, and I was already greedily wishing it was inside me.

  “What’s the matter, Alain? Can’t get it up again so quickly?” James gave him an amused smile as Adie stood there awkwardly.

  Adie gave James an unpleasant look. "Oh contraire, Jules. I'm just waiting for your say so." The sarcasm in his tone was unmistakable.

  “Then you have my say so. She’s wet for you, Alain. Don’t make her wait. Oh, and feel free to fuck her in whichever hole you please, I think she deserves just about all we can give her.”

  “I’ll see what I can do, then,” said Adie dryly.

  James began stroking his cock just above my eyes, and I found myself licking my lips without even thinking about it. Both men's eyes were all over me, taking in the luxurious, black lace underwear and lithe lines of my body, but my eyes were utterly tormented. I didn't know where to look. Adie looked like a fucking god standing there shirtless, and now undoing his fly. James looked equally as incredible when I tiled my head upwards to stare into his face. Hot damn. It felt like a girl's Christmas's had all come at once.

  "Are you going to beg for his cock again, Lois?" My eyes were mesmerised by James's hand, slowly stroking himself backwards and forwards. When my face turned to stare at Adie, I felt him move between my legs, positioning himself gently in place. His cock was stiff as a flagstaff, so we had no problems on that score. Where the hell did these two get their energy?

  "I'm not begging anymore." I shook my head. "Either fuck me or don't fuck me. The hell if I care." That was a lie, of course. I cared very much. I really needed that orgasm.

  “I think we can make you beg.” James looked across to Adie and smiled nastily. “What do you think, Alain? Can we make her beg?”

  “Never had a problem making a woman beg before,” said Adie, “and I don’t think tonight will be the exception.” Somehow, I had the awful feeling they were right.

  “Think she can take the two of us at once?” James asked.

  “Does she have a choice?” Adie raised his eyebrows.

  "No." James angled himself so he could slide his cock along my lips. Oh fuck. This was really happening. I let out an involuntary moan. "Okay, here's how it works, Alain. No cock goes inside my little whore until she begs for it first. Let's see how long the bitch lasts." Oh, God.

  Adie took James at his word, of course. With his cock pressed up tight against my entrance, he buried his fingers in my ass and pussy and began thrusting away happily. The index finger on his other hand began to torment my already over-sensitised clit. Meanwhile, James ran his cock backwards and forwards along my lips, slowly pumping himself with his hand. The slight, salty taste of his pre-cum drove me wild.

  “No,” I whimpered, battling against my restraints as I tried to move away from Adie’s fingers. “No, no, no.”

  "She gets nothing until she begs," James warned, and that was the catalyst for Adie's fingers to sink even deeper inside me.

  “You can’t do this,” I wailed, thrashing away crazily, almost unable to think.

  “Ah, but you can fuck another man while your husband is away at work? If you can do that, believe me when I say I can do this.” James’s fingers had now worked their way underneath my bra, unfastening the single clip that held it together. Then both of his hands were on my breasts, kneading and stroking my tender flesh. When he grabbed both nipples with his forefingers and thumbs, I yelped.

  “I’m waiting.” Rolling the little points in his fingertips, he then pinched them painfully tightly, and I arched my body upwards off the table, nearly pulling my wrists and ankles off in the process. Adie’s fingers on my clit were now working me into a frenzy I had no way of controlling, and my eyes were glazing over as I was about to fall headlong into my first orgasm.

  “Don’t you dare let her come.” Adie’s fingers stopped abruptly. My impending orgasm waned painfully as no further stimulus was forthcoming, and my animosity for James increased tenfold.

  “We’re waiting,” was all he said as he zipped up his crotch. I glared up at him, but he paid no attention to my face. The pair now concentrated their efforts on the less sensitive parts of my body, stroking my arms, legs, and breasts. Gentle little brushes of fingertips that did little to stoke the burning needs of my flesh. This continued until James had decided I had successfully come down from my first near miss with an orgasm, and then they renewed their efforts. This was now a waiting game. With each further second my torment continued, my willpower to stay strong and fight dwindled rapidly. By now, my fingers were coiling into fists as I tried to battle the onslaught the pair were delivering all across my body. I fought them through another three near orgasms, but it became harder and harder each time. It was a battle I couldn’t win. All I was doing was delaying the inevitable.

  “Get the flogger and bring me the crop,” James said after their fourth efforts had failed to produce a sound from me. I expected to see displeasure in his eyes because I was supposed to have given in by now, but I didn’t see why James should have this show all his own way. It wouldn’t hurt him to have to work for it, every now and again.

  He lowered his head to mine, and said in a low tone laced with warning, "Darling, you can't fight us. To make that point I'm going to have Adie whip you into your first orgasm. If you manage to get through that in one piece, I'll have him repeat it again and again, until you beg as agreed. We clear? We need to wrap this show up." I blinked up at him, my grey eyes now turbulent with desire. I was so aroused I could barely speak. My chest was rising and falling heavily, and I panted out my shaky, tortured breaths, through a body that was trembling all over.

  “Whip?” I whispered. The single word was uttered so softly, that for a moment I was scared he hadn’t heard it, but then I heard him chuckle.

  “Whip,” he confirmed. “It’s time you figured out who’s in charge here.” A single finger traced a line down my jaw, and I swallowed convulsively. Oh, I knew who was in charge all ri
ght. That didn’t mean I had to like it.

  When Adie came back with the flogger, he tossed a wicked-looking black leather crop in the air, which James caught expertly. My throat went dry. If two half-naked men weren’t a turn-on enough, now they had implements of torture with which to woo me. I think I nearly swooned.

  “Whip her clit with that flogger, over and over until she comes.” James gave Adie a half smile.

  “What then?” Adie tilted his head and returned the smile, his eyes dancing with something dangerous.

  "Then I'll toss you the crop, and you can repeat the experiment until she does what she's told. Think you can do that?" James raised an eyebrow in challenge.

  “You’ll have her screaming,” Adie warned.

  “That’s the idea,” James said.

  Chapter Twenty-One – James

  I watched a range of emotions flicker across Lois's face all at once. Even though she was remarkably good at hiding them, I'd spent enough time with the woman to be able to read her quite well. At the moment, she was a little pissed at me, mostly for re-jigging the script so I wouldn't be fucking her the way she expected. That was too bad. I had my reasons, and they were becoming ever more important, especially as the real Alain Dumortier would probably be turning up on our doorstep soon. She needed to be kept at arm's length as much as possible because if she wasn't, Alain would know.

  So the woman in front of me was annoyed, but she was also trying to make an impression by fighting her way through the torment we were heaping upon her. Now, if we were in a situation that called for such a thing, I'd applaud her, but today I didn't need to be impressed. I just needed her to get the job done and work with me. There was the possibility I could reason with her, but it would make for a far better spectacle if Adie simply took her past her comfort zone, and he would, although I suspected he'd need to make her climax more than once. That wasn't a problem. She wouldn't make it past two or three attempts, and if she did, Adie wasn't doing the job properly, and I'd take over.

  “Let’s get the ball rolling,” I said to Adie, who was still staring at the delightful vista between Lois’s legs – lucky bastard.

  In response, Adie grinned and hooked a finger through Lois’s see-through lace panties, before snapping them in two. Maybe he could be trusted to do this right, after all. Then the sound of the flogger could be heard, slapping heavily against her flesh, and Lois went absolutely rigid in her restraints. I didn’t feel sorry for her. She’d brought this on herself.

  "Stop it. Oh, God, stop it. Tell him to stop it," she screeched, along with a lot of other unrepeatable things. The woman got crazy inventive when she was in pain, and I couldn't help but be amused as she fought her way through orgasm one, her legs twisting this way and that in the restraints, trying their best to avoid the bite of the flogger. Unfortunately for her, the shackles were too tight. Adie hit the spot each and every time, and judging by the vivid red flush curling up Lois's neck, she was close to exploding.

  Trying to orgasm while in pain isn't the easiest thing to do. The pain won't let you concentrate, and it delays the building explosion, allowing it to grow in size until it's almost impossible to contain. Whipping someone into orgasm is one hell of a mean way to go about it, but eventually, you'll achieve the desired result or a whole lot of screaming and tears. I had my money on the former. Lois was no stranger to pain.

  I have to confess I enjoy watching women in pain. Actually, I'd better clarify that: I enjoy watching women in sexual torment. Adie's more of a sadist, and he gets off on pain in general, but that doesn't do it for me. I get turned on by watching a woman struggle against her own desires or strive to achieve or stop achieving orgasms. Yeah, I just enjoy teasing them. I'm all about the mind fuck. Adie likes that, too, but he also enjoys sinking his knives in. Not to the extent of the stunt he pulled on Lois, that's more Alain's style, but Adie has a special relationship with pain. Poor kid was fucked up from an early age, though, so I'm amazed he's turned out as relatively normal as he is.

  Watching Lois’s face contort in agony as her body went rigid with tension was a delight to behold. She was already aroused to bursting. All the woman needed to do was focus. Once she got accustomed to the feel of the whip slapping against her sex, she’d come in a matter of seconds. She just had to concentrate, and that wasn’t the easiest thing to do when someone was going at it hammer and tongs on your genitalia. Take my word for it. Still, Lois was a smart girl. She’d get the idea in a minute or two, and then there’d be no stopping her.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” Lois wailed. I smiled. That was usually the start of it. “Alain, for God’s sake, stop it,” she then yelled, followed by, “I can’t take much more of this.” That was music to my ears. It continued with, “Fucking stop it. Please stop. It hurts so damn much.”

  I watched her battle it out as Adie slammed the flogger home. He delivered swat after swat, and there was no recovery time on offer. For a change, he was doing exactly what I would have in the given situation, and he was being a total and utter bastard about it. Hallelujah. Now it was time to see what my girl was capable of.

  Sometimes pain can destroy a person. You have to know how to handle it, channel it, and compartmentalise it. You can’t let it win. If you do that, everything is lost. I knew right from the start that Lois was going to be special. She took pain as a kind of personal challenge, and she employed every trick I’d taught her to try and deal with it. Her eyes were now closed, and she was somewhere else, trying to escape the furious heat that was raining down on her clit, but she could only avoid it for so long. The pressure was building. I could see it in the lines of strain around her eyes, the tightening of her muscles, and the hard set of her jaw. She was fighting it, but she couldn’t fight it for long.

  Now, I could have just bent down and whispered in her ear. Something simple like ‘Relax into it,’ would have worked with most operatives, but I knew this was not the tactic to use with Lois. She’d fight me all the more. I just had to wait patiently until she had no other choice but to do as I wanted, and that time was fast approaching. When she started panting and sobbing, I knew we had reached the path of no return.

  "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh no. I'm going to… I'm going to…" There was then an ear-piercing scream as Lois's whole body went taught in the restraints and then the woman finally came, thrashing around like a demented demon. Adie gave her a few extra swats to see her through her climax and then looked at me.

  "Give her a minute," I said quietly. With any luck, she'd see sense now, but just in case, I was going to give her a quick taste of the crop. If she'd thought the flogger was bad, she hadn't seen anything yet.

  When she'd got her breath back, I said, "Did you enjoy that, darling?" If looks could kill, I'd have been dead about now, but thankfully they couldn't, and her hands were tied. "Want to go another round?" I probably should have let Adie ask the question, as she'd have been more likely to be reasonable with him, but the devil in me couldn't resist tormenting her.

  “Absolutely,” she growled.

  “You don’t give up, do you?” I said, grinning.

  “Never. You do your worst.” Brave words indeed, considering who she was speaking to. Perhaps I’d let her have a taste of my worst, just to teach her a lesson.

  When Adie picked up the flogger again, I shook my head. Letting the crop whistle through the air, I said, "I'll take it from here." Positioning myself between her legs, I felt my cock pulse with agony. The urge to take her, here and now, was unbelievably strong, but I wouldn’t give in to it. There would be no return for either Lois or me if we went down that route. I'd content myself with what I was allowed, and try not to be too jealous of Adie, the lucky bastard.

  “Darling?”

  "Mmm?" Her throaty voice was so damn sexy I swear I could have almost climaxed by just listening to her speak. Damn, I had it bad. Concentrate James. The sooner you get this over with, the better.

  “This is the crop.”

  “Mmm.” That seemed to
be her word of choice at the moment. I suspected she was a bit overwhelmed right now. There was a sure fire way to snap her back to the present, though. Letting the crop fly, I smacked it down on her right nipple. Sure enough, Lois came to with a shriek.

  "Packs a little more bite than the flogger, doesn't it?" Lois glared at me, and I have to admit I was getting rather fond of her dirty looks. "Can you imagine climaxing from this beast?" She didn't answer me. "You're about to," I said, my eyes full of intent. If she wanted to see what kind of pain I could dish out, then I was more than happy to show her. The woman would be begging in the next three seconds, or I was a bloody awful dominant.

  "If you want to stop me, now's the time to speak up," I said. She wouldn't, though. Not yet. She'd wait to see what she was dealing with first. As I suspected, there was no reply forthcoming, so I took a deep breath and readied my aim. The girl was going to get it. I pulled back my crop with a fearsome swing, and let the thing fly. When the tip finally caught her right between the legs, I watched her try to crawl up the table in shock, but I needed to slam my point home, and I wasn't going to give her any time to recover. Already pulling my arm back, readying myself for another swing, the sweet sound of Lois's voice broke through the air.

  “Please fuck me,” it was a mere whisper of what I wanted, but it was a start.

  “I’m sorry, did you say something?” I pulled my arm back again in threat, to let her know she’d better hurry.

  "You're an asshole." That little sentence was screamed at the top of her lungs. My ears rang painfully for a second before I gave her another brutally hard swat. This time her scream had no legible words, thank God.

  “Want another one?” The crop flickered back over my shoulder as I watched tears pour down her face, and I doubted she even knew she was crying. This time she shook her head. “Then you’d better hurry up and start begging. An apology wouldn’t go amiss, either,” I inserted evilly. I was pretty sure I’d got my revenge for her earlier outburst.