by Brynley Bush
“I’m pleased you’ve decided to work with me,” he says smoothly. “Things will go much easier for you if you continue to cooperate.”
His hand slides up my thigh until it’s cupping my sex lightly. His power over me is unmistakable.
“Now,” he says, softly, “What did she say?”
“I can’t tell you,” I whisper.
Griffin sighs heavily. I feel the knife trail along my thigh again, this time tracing a path up to my hip bone. He slips the blade between my skin and the string of my thong and tugs, and I feel the cold air tease my mound as he pulls the scrap of fabric away.
“I must say I’m disappointed, but not surprised, at your reluctance,” he says regretfully. “You leave me no choice but to resort to more drastic measures.”
Without warning, his fingers plunge inside of me. I’m wet for him, and he easily slides them in and out, working me into a frenzy quickly and masterfully. He stops abruptly, spreading his fingers apart inside of me. I futilely try to close my legs against the humiliation of being opened so completely to him.
“Tell me,” he says insistently.
I clamp my lips together tightly.
He abruptly pulls out of me, leaving me empty and hungry for more. I feel him release the restraints around my ankles and wrists and he drags me to my feet. He roughly rips the remaining shreds of the dress from my body before forcing my wrists behind me again, clipping the cuffs together in one fluid movement. He nudges me forward, forcing me facedown across the table with one unyielding hand held firmly at the nape of my neck. My sensitive nipples pebble against the cold surface of the table. Arousal, hot and glorious, is racing through my veins.
I feel the trickle of something cold and wet between my buttocks and realization dawns as I recall the black, teardrop-shaped phallus.
“Damn Beckett,” I mutter between clenched teeth.
“Don’t blame Beckett,” Griffin says, and I swear it sounds like he’s trying not to laugh. “I gave him the list of what to get.”
I shift slightly, trying to evade what I know is coming, but he grips my hips firmly, holding me immobile.
“Bear down against it and it will go in easier.”
The plug is cold and slick and feels enormous as he presses it against the tight, puckered hole of my bottom. He pushes it in a little and I tighten my muscles, desperately trying to stop the unwanted intrusion.
“Relax,” he murmurs, stroking my hair. “I promise this will feel good.”
I take a deep breath and consciously will my muscles to relax as he presses the plug into me again, pushing it in further, little by little. It burns as it breaches the sphincter of muscles, stretching me almost unbearably before I feel it slide into place and settle firmly inside of me with a silent plop. It feels uncomfortable, invasive and huge. I whimper.
“Beautiful,” Griffin murmurs encouragingly in my ear. His fingers reach around to skim my clit and the burn in my ass spreads until a heat suffuses my entire core, permeating me with an immediate and overwhelming need. It feels wrong and exciting all at the same time, and I can’t help but wiggle against his insistent fingers that are tormenting my needy clit, even as the plug fills me from behind, stimulating nerve endings I didn’t even know I had. Everything below my waist is throbbing and I want nothing more than the feel of his cock buried inside of me.
His fingers still and I wait, anxious with anticipation.
He squeezes my ass, causing the plug to ram against the sensitive nerves of my bottom, flooding me with an indescribable pleasure.
The abrupt sting of the crop against my juncture of my thighs takes me by surprise and I cry out.
“I think a little working over with the crop will make you more talkative,” he says matter-of-factly, transitioning back into character without missing a beat.
“Wait,” I say frantically as my mind registers the sting of the crop. “Maybe we can come to a mutually agreeable compromise.”
“I’m listening,” he says, although he continues to run the leather tip of the crop lightly over my buttocks and between my crack, pressing it against the plug and making me squirm again.
“You give me an orgasm, and in exchange, I’ll give you the information you want,” I suggest breathlessly.
There’s a long silence as he continues to caress my sensitive skin lightly with the crop. Finally he says, “So if I make you come, you’ll tell me what I want to know?”
I nod. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice thready with need.
“Why should I do that?” he asks conversationally. “I’m fairly certain I can get you to talk using other methods.”
I try to ignore the fact that I am naked, bound, and face down with a plug up my ass, completely at the mercy of a gorgeous but altogether intimidating Navy SEAL, and focus on my negotiating skills.
“Yes, but it will be much faster, not to mention more pleasurable for you, if you agree to my terms,” I barter.
After another long pause he says thoughtfully, “Alright. You have a deal.”
I try not to act too smug as he roughly pulls me up and drags me toward the bed. I’m rather pleased with myself for that stroke of brilliance. The brute force of the nation’s finest trained soldier can’t hold a candle to the intellectual manipulation of a good trial lawyer.
He unclips the wrist cuffs and brings my arms in front of me, clipping my wrists together again. He wraps his arms around me and I rest my face against his chest, the crisp cotton of his shirt rough against my cheek. With a startling realization, I realize that I love this man. I love the contrast of his ruthlessness and his tenderness, the easygoing demeanor that masks his steely center, the way he can push me to the limit, take me over it, and then catch me on the other side.
His hand strokes over my back and I wriggle even closer to him. His hands roam lower and he kneads my bottom before wiggling the plug mercilessly, making me groan at the onslaught of sensation that results.
“Aren’t you going to take that out now?” I ask petulantly. I’d kind of assumed that was part of the deal.
“Not a chance,” he says definitively. He unties the blindfold and I blink at the unexpected brightness. “Hands and knees. On the bed. Now.” He snaps out the command and I scramble to do as he says, although it’s hard with my wrists bound. I settle for resting on my elbows, even though it forces my ass into the air.
Griffin quickly strips off his shirt, pants, and boxers and positions himself behind me on the bed. I hold my breath, anticipating the feel of him inside me. Instead, he fondles my ass again, pulling the plug out slightly before plunging it back in. He repeats the motion, out and back in, over and over again until I’m begging.
“Fuck. Please,” I manage to gasp.
With one fluid motion, he flips me onto my back and quickly clips my bound wrists to the headboard. His eyes travel over my naked body with a predatory thoroughness.
“Spread your legs,” he commands, and I eagerly open myself to him. He straddles me, the weight of his body somehow pushing the plug deeper into me and I groan. I have never wanted anything as badly as I want him inside me, pummeling me, making me scream with ecstasy.
He guides his hard, pulsing cock into me and I gasp at the fullness of him alongside the plug. There’s not room for both! I feel stuffed, stretched to the max.
“I can’t,” I gasp. “It’s too much.”
“Shhh,” he murmurs, slowly sliding in and out of me until my body becomes acclimated to the fullness in my pussy and my ass. The pleasure is almost unbearable as the pressure builds, pushing me quickly toward the orgasm I’m desperate for. He reaches behind me again and without warning, the plug starts to vibrate.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” I mutter mindlessly.
He thrusts into me hard and I scream with pleasure. The nerve endings in my ass and pussy meld together as the vibrations travel through my pelvis, causing me to shudder almost uncontrollably. He drives into me again and again, and the intensity of him moving inside
me, pressing against the vibrating plug, is indescribable. My muscles tighten as I hurdle headlong toward the peak. I’m there, just about to soar over the edge when he pulls out abruptly and spanks my pussy sharply, interrupting what I’m sure would have been the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.
“What the fuck?” I gasp, my breath coming in quick gasps. My sex stings slightly from the slap, but it’s the frustration that has me almost in tears.
Without a word he enters me again, his hard cock pressing against the ever present vibration in my ass, quickly driving me up toward the pinnacle again. He finds my sensitive clit and drags his finger across it until my hips are bucking beneath him wildly. He thrusts hard inside me, touching my g-spot, and I thrash almost uncontrollably. I want to come now! The fullness of him pounding into me, coupled with the relentless vibrations that stimulate nerve endings I didn’t even know I had, drives me higher and higher.
“Now! Please!” I beg shamelessly, grinding my mound against the insistent teasing of his finger across my clit.
My core tightens as the orgasm builds, my thighs clenching as I get closer and closer. Now! I’m about to come.
The immediate withdrawal of both finger and cock, coupled with another stinging smack to my pussy, is even more devastating this time as I’m denied my orgasm yet again.
“You son of a bitch,” I snarl. “We had a deal.”
“We still do,” he says, his voice as smooth as butter as he slides his cock into me once more. This time I struggle, although with my arms restrained over my head and his body pinning me to the bed, it’s futile. My traitorous body eagerly responds to his hard cock stroking inside of me again. His finger, still slick with my juices, once again finds my clit, massaging it until I’m groaning.
“You seem to think you have the upper hand since I agreed to your deal,” he observes. “I’m simply proving to you otherwise.”
Dammit. I’ve been out-manipulated.
“I’m sorry,” I beg contritely. “I’ll do anything, I’ll tell you anything. Just please let me come!”
“That’s more like it,” he says, pleased. “Who’s in charge of this interrogation?”
“You!” I gasp as he thrusts deeply into me, sending me soaring again. I feel sweat trickle down my spine but I don’t care. I’m desperate for the release that only he can give me.
“Who decides when you come?” His finger is more insistent on my swollen clit, his hammering thrusts nudging the vibrating plug in my ass with each movement until my world has narrowed to the explosion of sensation in my core, the feel of his thick cock bumping against the vibrating fullness in my ass, and the relentless, beautifully torturous pressure against my clit.
“You!” I moan.
“Beg me for it!” he commands.
“Please, for the love of God, let me come!” I say raggedly as everything in me clamps down.
“Alright, sweetheart,” he says, his voice tight with his own restrained need. “Come for me.” He pushes the plug deeper inside me as he drives into me one last time, and the floodgates open. My veins, my pores, every fiber of my being surges with the incomparable pleasure that courses through me as my body shudders, over and over again.
I’m barely aware of Griffin’s growl of triumph as he empties himself into me as the aftershocks continue to ripple through me until finally, with one last jerk, I lie still beneath him.
He gently pulls out of me before reaching behind me to remove the anal plug. I feel empty, depleted, but in the best possible way.
“Is there something you want to tell me?” Griffin says with a smile, lightly kissing my nose. His hands caress my sides before roaming gently over my breasts.
I look at him blankly for a moment before I remember how this all started.
I smile at him. “Oh, yeah,” I say lazily. “Camille is Dominic’s sub. They’re apparently an item.”
“What?” he says, growing still.
“That’s what Shelly told Gavin the night he took Emma home. Apparently Gavin didn’t know they were involved.”
Griffin reaches above me and effortlessly unhooks my wrists from the headboard.
“We’ve got to get out of here,” he says, his voice calm but determined. He unfastens the cuffs and gently massages my arms. “Are you okay? Sore?”
I shake my head. “I’m fine,” I assure him.
In one fluid motion he’s off the bed and retrieving his jacket, which he wraps around me.
“Ideally aftercare is in order, but I don’t think we can chance it. I’m not sure it’s safe for us to be here any longer than we have to be.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, pulling his jacket tighter around me as a sudden chill travels down my spine.
“If Camille is working with Dominic, something’s going on and it can’t be good.”
Chapter Eighteen
“Why does that make it dangerous for us to be here?” I ask. “We came here on our own. Neither Camille or Dominic orchestrated us being here.”
“I don’t know,” Griffin says matter-of-factly as he quickly gets dressed, “but I don’t like it. I’m not going to take any chances with your safety.” He opens the door and puts a sign requesting maid service on the door. “Are you ready to go?”
I look down at myself, stark naked under his tuxedo jacket.
“I can’t go out in the club looking like this!” I protest.
A slow smile crosses Griffin’s handsome features as he looks me over. “It’s a kink club,” he says, his eyes twinkling. “Of course you can. You’ll fit right in.”
“I can’t,” I protest stubbornly. “Emma made me put another outfit in my bag. You could go get it for me,” I suggest cajolingly.
He looks at me in disbelief. “Mila, we need to leave.”
“You did just rip my dress to shreds,” I add with a little pout.
He gives me his sternest alpha male stare that’s undoubtedly meant to intimidate me into giving in, but I don’t back down. There’s no way I’m walking around anywhere dressed in nothing but his tuxedo jacket.
“Okay,” he says finally. “But stay right here. I mean it, Mila.”
I lock the door behind him and sit down to wait. Although I don’t have a watch on or any way to know exactly how long he’s been gone, it seems like it’s been forever, and I’m starting to wonder what’s happened to him. There’s a knock at the door and I open it with relief, expecting to see Griffin on the other side. Instead, there’s a girl dressed in a maid outfit. I’m not sure if it’s for real or effect or both.
“Oh,” she says in surprise. She gestures at the maid service request on the door. “Are you finished?”
I hesitate for a minute. Griffin told me to stay here but I can’t exactly tell her to leave. Besides, he should be back any minute.
“Of course,” I say, pulling the jacket tighter around me and stepping outside of the room. “My, um, Dom just went to get something downstairs, but I can wait for him here in the hall.”
“Thanks, love,” she says with a wink. “If you’re sure you don’t mind. It’s been a busy night.”
With a little wave of her fingers, the door closes and I’m left alone in the quiet corridor. Several long minutes pass and there’s still no sign of Griffin. I’m starting to get worried. What if something happened to him? He should have been back by now.
I wait a few more minutes and then decide to go look for him. I’m self-conscious about my lack of clothing, but as Griffin pointed out, I won’t really stand out here. Nonetheless, I plan to stay as out of sight as possible. Other than a couple I pass on the stairs who can’t keep their eyes or their hands off of each other, I don’t see anyone as I go back down to the main level. I try to stay on the edge of the activity and be as unobtrusive as possible as I carefully make my way around the room looking for Griffin. Unfortunately, there’s no sign of him.
After assuring myself that he is nowhere on the dance floor, at the bar, or in any of the social areas, I check the locker room wh
ere I’d put my bag. The locker is empty, so he obviously made it this far.
I surreptitiously take the stairs back up to the upper level to see if he’s come back to look for me there, but the door to the room we were in is locked and there’s no sign of Griffin. My imagination is starting to run wild and I have visions of him being held at gunpoint by Dominic, or worse, lying hurt somewhere.
Resolutely, I make my way down to the darkened dungeon area, the only place I haven’t looked. The atmosphere is more relaxed than it was earlier, and erotic moans, the slap of leather against flesh, and cries of pleasure fill the air.
I’m trying to keep a respectable distance from a scene involving a woman bound to an elaborately constructed bench as she takes one man’s cock in her mouth and another man’s cock in her pussy, her eyes closed in rapture, when firm fingers grip my upper arm. Turning in surprise, I come face to face with an attractive man in his late thirties with dark blond hair and dark blue eyes. The intensity with which they are fixed on me has me automatically lowering my gaze.
“You are alone, pet,” he says quietly. “Would you like to play?”
With those commanding blue eyes and British accent, I’m sure he’ll have no trouble finding a sub to play with here.
“I’m sorry,” I say, smiling up at him to soften the blow. “I’m looking for my friend. Thank you, though,” I add belatedly.
“Perhaps later,” he says, brushing a finger lightly over my cheek before walking away.
I’ve got to find Griffin! I’d forgotten what Dominic had said about theme nights being mix and mingle nights.
I make my way toward the big stage at the far end of the big room where a crowd is gathering. If Griffin’s not there, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I know without a doubt he wouldn’t have left me alone unless something bad had happened to him and he physically couldn’t get back to me. I spy Dominic at the edge of the stage, a microphone in his hand. He’s obviously not with Griffin, or at least not anymore.