Loverboy

by Loverboy (lit)

  Jesus! The way they had him trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey and held under lock and key meant they didn’t want him going anywhere.

  His heart cracked against his chest like a battering ram as the door opened. Footsteps entered the room. He heard someone breathing.

  Carmella hovered into view. Shit! He couldn’t deny she was a beautiful woman. He’d had a hell of time getting her attention when he’d started to frequent the Sexy Toys Shop she owned. One week wasn’t too much time to capture her attention and get invited to the Sex Slave Course. But he’d been lucky, especially when she’d asked him to perform oral sex on her in the back room of the Shop. Back then he’d been desperate. Sky had accepted the assignment and he would have done anything to get into the farmhouse as her backup.

  Carmella’s wide spaced dark brown eyes blinked down at him. Soft auburn curls caressed her heart shaped face. Her full mouth pouted sexily.

  “I’m glad to see I didn’t hit you too hard.” Her voice sounded soft and delicate and deadly.

  He couldn’t help but flinch as her soft fingers caressed what he suspected was a goose egg sized lump just above his temple where the pain radiated.

  “I see I hit you a little too hard. I do apologize, Jim.”

  “What’s the big idea strapping me down like this, Carmella?”

  “Just relax. Let me massage away your headache.”

  He was about to protest when her fingers began massaging his temple with tiny, gentle soothing circles.

  The pain began to ebb almost immediately. Obviously she was an expert on whacking people and bringing relief.

  Despite the tenseness of the situation, he found himself relaxing under her ministrations. With the relaxation came curiosity.

  His gaze dropped from her pretty face and followed the slender column of her neck to the curve of her shoulder.

  A very naked shoulder with a dusting of rust colored freckles. He followed the trail of freckles down to…

  Holy shit!

  She was naked.

  Not good.

  Two very large breasts jiggled not too far away from his mouth. Dusky rose nipples poked straight out at him as if to say, here I am, have yourself a taste.

  He swallowed nervously. He didn’t know why he should be so surprised to see her naked. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen Carmella naked earlier tonight as he’d watched her entertain the students during tonight’s lessons.

  “What do you want, Carmella?”

  Perhaps he shouldn’t have asked. The tip of her tongue peeked through her luscious mouth and her hopeful gaze raked down to his penis. “You are very well endowed.”

  “I’ve no complaints so far.”

  “Most women say size matters. I tend to agree with them, but the man must know what to do in order to bring about the utmost pleasure in a woman.”

  Jim narrowed his eyes with suspicion. “Exactly what kind of game are you playing?”

  “Curious mia cara? That’s wonderful. It means you’re open to new and exciting things.”

  “Listen, if you’re looking for a fascinating fuck, I can oblige you. Just untie me.” Then I’ll leave, he added silently. There was no way he’d let this woman introduce him to “new and exciting”. He’d be betraying Sky if he did.

  “I don’t want to untie you, darling. I prefer a … captive audience.”

  Lust sparkled in her eyes. Shit! He needed to get out of here. Pronto.

  “Carmella? What are you planning to do to me?”

  “Please don’t be frightened, Jim.”

  A shiver of fear crawled up his spine. Past experience had taught him to be scared when someone told him not to be.

  Jim’s breath caught as her warm fingertips pressed delicately against the middle of his mouth, quieting him.

  “Shh.” Her finger began to massage the left corner of his mouth.

  Soothing little circles like she’d done to his temple.

  Slowly. Gently. Erotically.

  Shit. The corner of his mouth was beginning to loosen.

  She switched to the other side. Massaging until the tightness of his skin around his lips evaporated.

  “It won’t work.”

  “What won’t work, darling?”

  “Whatever you are trying to get me to do. It just won’t work.”

  “What is it I’m trying to do?” she asked sweetly.

  “You’re trying to seduce my mouth into doing something for you. I’m not playing your games, Carmella. I’m a new student here. I haven’t been introduced to all the new exciting things yet. Why don’t we wait until I’m more … experienced?”

  “You already seem so experienced, Jim. I thoroughly enjoyed your performance at the back of my store.”

  Guilt ripped through his gut. She’d enjoyed herself. He hadn’t. And he sure as hell wasn’t enjoying himself now. What he needed to do was find out exactly how much the other detective had told her about Sky.

  “Quit the crap, Carmella. I know you know who I am.”

  She pouted. “Oh pooh, you Sex Squad detectives need so much work in loosening you up. I can see you aren’t interested in playing with me tonight. But there is something I have to tell you before I release you….”

  Jim frowned. He didn’t like the coolness in her voice. Instinctively, he knew she was about to tell him something he wasn’t going to like.

  ~*~

  “Don’t be frightened, Sky,” Loverboy said as she struggled in his arms.

  “Frightened? Me?” She tried to laugh. Couldn’t. “I’ll show you how scared I am. Would you care to join me in my bedroom?” Hopefully at the invitation, Loverboy would let go of her and she could escape.

  To her relief his hands loosened slightly around her waist.

  “I’d prefer to do you right here, Sky. Right here on the cot. Except I won’t do you with my fingers, like Jim did at Sex Squad Headquarters.”

  Sky froze.

  “Oh come on! Don’t look so surprised, Sky O'Kelley, Sex Squad Detective. You honestly think I don’t keep track of my incoming virgins?”

  “You better be careful, Loverboy,” Sky warned. “I am a government agent. People know I’m here. It can get quite sticky if I should disappear.”

  “Oh Sky, ye of little faith. Nothing’s going to happen to you. That is, nothing that you don’t want to happen.”

  Sky swallowed, her throat suddenly going dry.

  “What do you mean?”

  “It means we’re going up to your room, Sky.”

  Fear grabbed hold of her. There was no way in hell she was going to have sex with Loverboy. No way in hell!

  On the other hand…. The cuffs! She had handcuffs in her purse. The purse was in her room. But she didn’t remember seeing it when she searched for her clothes. Panic welled again.

  No! Wait a minute. She’d left her purse in the bathroom. By the sink. They might have missed it when they’d taken her clothes.

  “Let’s head up to your room, Sky. Nice and slow. No funny moves.”

  His arm stayed snug around her waist as he led her from his office. They entered the dark living room. Frantically she searched for Jim. He was nowhere in sight.

  As they ascended the stairs, her mind tumbled with escape ideas. The thought of pushing herself backward against Loverboy was foremost in her mind. One swift push would send him falling. But with the tight grip around her waist, she’d roll down with him. Her best bet lay with the handcuffs in her purse.

  At the top of the stairs her legs wobbled as she poised herself to break loose when Jim jumped out to her rescue. Nothing happened.

  A drop of perspiration ran down the side of her face. Another one dripped down her back.

  The hallway was long. The longest hallway she’d ever walked down. She didn’t know how she managed to keep herself together. Didn’t know how she didn’t bolt and run.

  As she passed the open doorways, she heard the men’s groans, the women’s sensual whimpers, creaking bedsprings. The sounds didn’
t arouse her this time. Fear encased her body. Making her legs heavy. Making her only thought of escaping Loverboy, finding Jim, and getting the hell out of here.

  When they reached her room, Sky stopped in the doorway and blinked in shock.

  Candles flickered everywhere. The distinct scent of lilac filled the air. Filling her room with candles meant only one thing. He meant to have sex with her.

  ~*~

  Chapter Eight

  Terror at the prospect of being raped made her dizzy. Her insides shook. Her legs felt like jelly.

  “I have to use the bathroom,” she said tightly.

  “I’ll accompany you.”

  “I … I can go myself.”

  “No,” Loverboy said firmly.

  He led her into the bathroom. Her anxiety mounted when through the candlelight flickering through the open doorway, she spied her purse on the countertop. Exactly where she’d left it.

  “I have protection in my purse,” she said as she reached out and grabbed it.

  He yanked the purse out of her hand. Sky almost screamed in frustration.

  “I don’t have to go anymore.” She whimpered.

  He grunted angrily and led her back out to the bedroom. Sky noticed the purse in his hand. It was angled in such a way she was able to ram her hand into a side pocket. A split second later, her fingers slid onto the cold metal of the handcuffs.

  Loverboy’s hot breath sizzled across the back of her neck, tickling the fine neck hairs. His male scent wrapped around her body, making her legs tremble with fear.

  She would have to be very careful and very fast.

  Sky turned around and slipped the cuff around his wrist. She was ready to snap it shut when Loverboy suddenly pushed her backward.

  Flopping onto her back on the bed, Sky gasped in surprise when Loverboy grabbed both her wrists, swung her arms over her head, snapped a cuff over one wrist, slid the cuff around a wagon wheel spindle in the headboard and cuffed her other wrist, securing her to the bed.

  “You son of a bitch!” Sky shouted. She tried to bring down her arms but pain ripped through her wrists.

  “Please relax, Sky.”

  “Oh, I’ll relax. When you’re in a court of law brought up on kidnapping a government agent.”

  “Easy, honey. I already told you. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  “And the cuffs are just toys?” she spat.

  “What else am I supposed to do when you attack me with them?”

  Sky exhaled in frustration. “What are you planning to do to me?”

  “Talk.”

  “Right!”

  “About Sally Green.”

  “I saw Sally Green’s Contract. You sold her for $300,000. You promised her $100,000. You’re worse than the government. What you’re doing is illegal, Loverboy.”

  “$100,000 a year is what I offer the slave, Sky. The rest of it is my finder’s fee. I can offer you the same deal. That’s more than you make in 4 years, isn’t it? I can make you an expert at pleasing others and how to get someone to please you.”

  “I’m not for sale, Loverboy.”

  “No, you’re not. You want to get married. Live that old fashioned dream about raising kids in a two story house with a big backyard and a white picket fence. That’s where Sex Squad Detective Jim McBride comes in.”

  Sky bit her bottom lip as the darkest fear engulfed her. Loverboy had Jim. That’s why he hadn’t come to her rescue.

  “Where is he?”

  “He is being prepared.”

  “Prepared for what?”

  “For your marriage, of course.”

  Had Loverboy gone nuts?

  “I’m a preacher, Sky. You want to marry Jim. He obviously loves you. I plan to proceed over the ceremony, watch the consummation as is law and leave you two to your honeymoon.”

  “Why?”

  “Why what?”

  “Why are you forcing us to get married?”

  “Forcing you? No one is forcing you, Sky. You don’t have to marry him. But it might be in your best interest if you two got hitched and displayed a united front.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “It means what Jim did to you at Sex Squad Headquarters is illegal, Sky. Sex on the job, is illegal. You were taped at Sex Squad and you were taped here while Jim gave you the trigasm. I have the tapes. If the Chief saw it you would lose both your jobs and be reprimanded.”

  “The Chief gave us his blessing to have sex if we needed to get your attention.”

  “I’m sorry, Sky, but according to the revised assignment records, you weren’t supposed to have sex.”

  Sky swore inwardly.

  The smug look on Loverboy’s face meant he’d obviously fixed everything in his favor. His next words confirmed her suspicions.

  “As far as Sex Squad Headquarters is concerned, Sally Green never went missing and the Chief never gave you the go ahead to engage in sexual activities. Your assignment was to merely infiltrate my farmhouse to check if I was training sex slaves illegally and get out with the information.”

  “You bastard! You paid someone off. Who’s your contact?”

  “You and Jim and the Chief are our contacts, of course. At least that’s what will come out if you chose to tell anyone what transpired here.” He withdrew an envelope from his back pocket. From it, he dug out a slip of paper and shoved it under her nose.

  Sky’s blood ran cold as she read it.

  “And for all your help, here’s a wire transfer, Sky. To prove you are on my payroll of course. It is for $500,000 dollars placed in your account. There’s one for Jim too. You say anything to anyone and this bribe will become public knowledge.”

  “You can’t buy my silence.”

  “I already have.”

  “You won’t get away with this, Loverboy. I spoke directly to the Chief to get this assignment”

  “The Chief will deny giving you permission for sexual encounters.”

  “Like hell he will.”

  “It’s all been arranged, Sky. The Chief’s daughter, Sally, is training in my farmhouse willingly. She wants to be a sex slave, but not for her father. If word gets out what he’s been doing to her since she was eight, he’d be joining you and Jim in prison.”

  “You’re disgusting. The Chief would never do anything to hurt his only daughter. He loves her.”

  “He fucks her!” Loverboy spat angrily.

  “You’re a liar!”

  “He’s telling you the truth, Sky.” Jim’s bitter voice curled into the room.

  He stood in the door way. Naked. Anger brewed in his eyes.

  “Jim! Thank God you’re all right.”

  “Take the cuffs off her,” Jim demanded as he rushed into the room.

  “Keep them on, Jim. The wedding will be more exciting this way,” Loverboy said.

  The bed moved slightly as Jim sat down and took her into his arms.

  “I’m so glad you’re all right,” he whispered.

  “Nothing what getting out of these handcuffs won’t cure.”

  Jim smiled as he caressed her sore shackled wrists. “Did he tell you?”

  “About us getting married? Sally Green? The tapes he has on us? Or the substantial amounts of money he’s stashed in our accounts?”

  “I guess you know everything.”

  “He set us up.”

  Jim nodded. “A damn good job of it too.”

  “Why, thank you,” Loverboy cooed.

  Jim threw Loverboy a cold look that made him shut up.

  “Is it really true about Sally?” Sky whispered. “About the Chief abusing her since she was eight?”

  “I’m afraid so. I talked to her in the Sex Dungeon. She doesn’t want anything to do with her father. She’s made her decision. She wants to be a sex slave. There’s nothing we can do.”

  “Shall we get on with the ceremony and the physical consummation of the marriage?” Loverboy asked.

  Jim’s arms tightened around her. “Do you still
want to marry me, Sky?”

  His voice was filled with hope. His nearness intoxicated her and his warmth surrounded her like a cocoon, protecting her from Loverboy’s prying eyes.

  “With Loverboy as our preacher?”

  “If it isn’t him, it’ll be another preacher. And I sure do want to marry you, Sky. But I’ll wait until we can get another one if that’s what you want.”

  “No.”

  Jim’s sharp inhalation and the shocked look on his face made her realize he’d taken her the wrong way.

  “I mean no, I can’t wait for you. I want you inside me, Jim. I want you inside me so bad I can just scream.”

  He grinned. “I’ll have you screaming in no time flat.”

  At the thought of what his hot hands would do to her body, every square inch of her skin sizzled to life.

  An excited giggle escaped her lips.

  Jim turned to Loverboy.

  “Marry us. After you’re finished we want nothing more to do with you. Do you hear me? We’ll keep quiet about your goddamn Sex Slave course and Sally. But only because I want Sky protected. If it was only me in this, I’d be hanging your ass out to dry to anyone who’d listen.”

  Loverboy was smart enough not to say anything. The smugness zipped away from his face leaving him pale and shaken. Obviously, Loverboy realized he was lucky to get off this easily.

  Jim turned back around. He smiled at her. It was a sexy smile. A teasing promise of things to come, and her heart floated wildly in her chest.

  “Look into my eyes, Sky. Let’s pretend it’s just the two of us.”

  She did as he said. The look of love in his eyes burned so intensely she could swear he’d never loved her more than at this exact moment.

  His brown eyes drew the breath from her lungs and she found herself drowning in his unique masculine scent. Her insides were turning to mush. The thought of what would soon be happening between them made her breasts tingle with awareness. Made moisture seep from her cunt as her body began to ready for him.

  Mild air slammed against her skin as he slowly peeled her tight skirt down and off her legs. Instinctively, Sky spread her legs, allowing Jim to gaze upon her moist cunt. His eyes darkened and turned to a look of ravishing hunger.

  A hunger that could only be extinguished by burying his thick rod into her aching cunt.