“Is the elevator working?”
“Yup. Everything’s turned on: electric, gas, water. They did it for the inspections, and I told them to leave it on.”
They stepped into the little box, and he hit the button for the top floor before turning to her. “It wasn’t much of a chase, you know. Less than ten minutes. Pretty sad.”
“I was hindered by not knowing the terrain. You’ve been here lots of times, so you had an unfair advantage.”
“What a good excuse.” The elevator dinged to announce its arrival, but the door didn’t open.
“Maddox?”
“Miss, may I ask what you’re doing in this building?”
Confusion took hold of her body. “What? You brought me here. Why isn’t the door opening?”
“When I find a woman in an abandoned building, I have to wonder what she’s up to. Something tells me it’s no good. Now answer my question. What are you doing in this building?”
“Open the door, Maddox.”
“It’s Agent Perry to you, and prisoners don’t make demands. Now either tell me what I want to know, or I’m going to have to strip-search you.”
Excitement replaced confusion. “Oh yeah? Go ahead.”
“Very well. Take off your clothes.”
“Make me.”
Surprise flashed briefly in his eyes before he reached for her blouse, pulling her close to him. “Don’t make me rip your beautiful dress, ma’am. I can promise you, I will if need be.” He pulled a little harder to prove his point, and Clarissa had no doubt he would rip the dress, and even in the pursuit of fun she didn’t want that to happen.
“Okay, okay. I don’t want any trouble, officer. Maybe we could come to some sort of an arrangement?” She cupped her breasts, holding them up for him. “Would you like to fuck me?”
“So you want to add bribing an officer of the law to your charges? I’ll tell you one more time. Take it off for your strip search. All of it.”
Clarissa nodded, then lifted the dress over her head, letting it drop to the floor at his feet. She added her bra to the pile and then her shoes.
“Turn around and put your hands on the wall. Make sure your feet are planted firmly apart.”
She followed his instructions, wondering if he would fuck her here or take her to another room. How had he made the elevator stop? She hadn’t seen him turn a key or hit a button. The answer dawned, and she smiled. Andrew. It wasn’t fair he had a confederate and she was alone in the game.
His hands were warm as they ran down her sides. He cupped her breasts, testing the weight before running his fingers under them. “Nothing under here.”
“I could have told you that.”
He slapped her ass, and she yelped.
“Silence, prisoner.”
“Screw you!” He slapped her ass twice more, and she tried to move around him. He lunged for her, clasping her around the waist. The elevator moved with them, swaying slightly, and she pressed herself into him. She knew it should scare her; instead it thrilled her, adding a level of danger to the excitement already running through her.
“Back in position.” She struggled against him, and he grabbed her arms, pushed her against the wall. He held her hands above her head with one hand while his other hand went down her back, cupping her cheeks. She tried to move away, and he let her hands go, capturing them seconds later and winding them behind her back. He wrapped one hand around her wrists and pressed her forward, his other hand moving between her thighs again.
“Someone’s wet. Are you a bad girl?”
“Let me go and you’ll find out.” He pressed his thumb inside her pussy, his fingers pressing against her clit. “Keep doing that and you’ll find out anyway.”
Clarissa groaned and pressed herself down into his touch.
“You never did answer my question. What are you doing here?”
“Waiting for you, officer. It was my sincere hope a man would come along and fuck me, and here you are.”
“Trying to distract me? Well, it’s not going to work. I’ve heard tell there’s a certain story about you and…pickles.” He narrowed his eyes at her, his expression fierce.
Clarissa barely held in her laughter. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, officer.”
“It’s agent.”
“Toe-mato, to-mah-to. Besides, I have no clue what you think you’ve heard. Let me go, or I’ll call my lawyer.”
Maddox took a step closer, pushing her back into the wall, the ridge of his cock sliding over her ass. “Call him. There’s a whole truckload of pickles missing, and something tells me you’re the culprit.”
This time she couldn’t contain her laughter. She brought a hand to her face, wiping away tears. “I swear to you, I didn’t take them. The pickle thing was a onetime caper, and it didn’t exactly go as planned. I promise you, officer, I have no idea where your pickles are.”
She tried to move away from him, and the elevator car rattled. “It’s getting a little stuffy in here, don’t you think?”
“I’m fine. Only guilty ones sweat. Tell me why someone would connect your name to pickle thefts.”
She turned her head to him and kissed him gently. “No.”
He stared at her for a long moment, and then he jumped, once, twice, three times. The car bounced and shook, and Clarissa grasped at the wall.
His hand was back on her pussy now, the sensation intense as he tugged on her ring.
“Maddox! Stop it. Please, let us out.”
“I can stay here all night if need be.” He found her clit, rubbed it just enough to make her body tremble with need before removing his fingers. She’d been right there, ready to come.
“Please.”
“Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll let you come.” He was back again, tormenting her, caressing and stroking until her hips moved, then pulling away when her body was right on the edge.
“Maddox.” She tried to grind herself into his hand, but he moved it out of the way. He kept her pinned to the wall, and her body quaked with desire. She needed to come now.
“Tell me, and it will all be over.” He barely touched her now, the slight pressure making her clit ache.
“Yes, yes, I’ll tell you, just…make me come.”
“Confession first.” The words rumbled in her ear, and she knew if he hadn’t been holding her up, she would have collapsed, her fingers going immediately to her clit to alleviate her need.
Her breasts rose and fell heavily, her breathing rapid. When she could tell he wasn’t going to relent, she cleared her throat, the words coming out in small increments.
“When we were freshmen in college, Anna and I decided to conduct a little experiment. Neither of us had ever given head, and the girl across the hall said her boyfriend taught her how using a pickle, after she bit him on the first attempt.”
The barely concealed humor on Maddox’s face made her laugh. “You didn’t.”
“We did. We went to the store and searched through the aisles. You should have seen us looking through the jars, trying to find the largest pickle we could. We bought a few jars and took them back to the dorm.”
“Go on.”
“Well, you can guess the rest, can’t you? I went first, since Anna was chicken. The only problem was I started laughing and sucked it into my mouth too far. My gag reflex reacted, and I tried to hurl, only the pickle was in the way. By then it was one of those situations where I panicked and couldn’t get it out of my mouth because I’d bit down and it had lodged on my lower teeth. Anna ended up having to pound me on the back with one hand and pull with the other to get it out, and then, well, the rest is really gross.”
He was leaning against the wall, half bent over. Tears of laughter were streaming down his face, and she stomped her foot. “It’s not funny.”
“Oh yes, it is. Admit it, baby, you’re laughing.”
She put her hand in front of her mouth to hide the smile. “Am not.” The words were muffled, and she said, “I ha
ven’t eaten a pickle since. If I get one on a hamburger, I feel nauseous.”
He exhaled several times, and she could tell he was trying to get control of himself. Finally he cleared his throat, then put a key in the control panel and the elevator started to rise. “I haven’t laughed that much in ages.”
“Did this little scene go the way you’d planned?”
“It was worth the change. I hadn’t intended on bringing up the pickles, really.” He pulled her into his arms. “I hope you’re not angry.”
“No. Still, I think it cancels out me having to pick a card for sticking my finger in your face.”
He thought about it for a moment, then nodded. “Never again. Understand?”
“I’ll try and do better next time, Master.” The elevator door opened, and she stepped into a large room, empty except for dozens of candles sitting on stands around the room. They were all lit. A large animal skin was placed in front of the open windows of the balcony.
“Don’t worry, it’s fake.”
“The room? Did you do this in the ten minutes it took you to find me, or do you have magical powers I’ve yet to discover?”
“I’m talking about the rug being fake. It was less than ten minutes, and no, I didn’t do it. Emily and Andrew came up here and did it. They didn’t leave until the elevator started again, so it was safe. I thought if you were going to be interrogated and accused of breaking into a building, you should at least have some fun afterward. However, things went awry, didn’t they?”
“Who cares?” She walked toward the faux fur. There was an open bottle of champagne, some strawberries and, sitting next to that, condoms and lube. There was no doubt what had been on his mind when he’d set up this scenario.
She turned her head back to watch him undress; then she lay down on the soft rug. “This is your way of having sex in public, right? Being in front of the open doorway even if we are twenty-four floors up?”
“Yeah. There’s nothing on the other shore high enough for people to see us. Still, there’s always the chance.” He was behind her now, his hands cupping her breasts. “You’re so beautiful.”
“You don’t have to flatter me, Maddox. With you, I’m a sure bet.” She jumped when he slapped her ass.
“Behave.” He kissed her neck, nibbling lightly. “Do you know when I saw you walking across the room in that yellow dress you wore in New York, my first thought was, how could I get her to take it off for me?”
“Really?”
“Then I thought, I wonder if she’s submissive, if she’d let me guide her.”
She reached behind her, put her hands on his hips. “I’ll guide you right inside me.”
“Everybody knows what a wild woman you are. It’s fantastic to know you’ll obey, although I still need to teach you to come on command. Put your fingers on your clit.
We’ll start tonight, and you’ll practice every day. Rub yourself until you’re almost there, then stop and let it sit, feel the pleasure seep into your body, the anticipation flow through you. Keep your touch light and gentle.”
Her body hummed as he talked, her fingers dancing over her clit. “May I come? You owe me for my confession, remember?”
“Not yet. Patience.” He helped her to kneel, then whispered, “On all fours.”
Clarissa gladly obeyed. Her body was on fire, her clit throbbing with need. She played until the need built to an almost overwhelming crescendo. Then she stopped, letting her clit rest.
“Good girl, that’s it.” He stroked her back, his hands soft against her skin. Warm air blew in from the open window, and she turned her face to it, placing her shoulders against the fur as she continued to stroke herself.
Maddox’s hands were on her buttocks, gently caressing. She felt them slip between her cheeks, groaned at the feel of cool lube against her anus. He massaged it into her as she continued to stroke her clit. Right now she felt as if she was ready for anything, could take him any way he wanted to give himself to her.
His finger slipped inside, increasing her pleasure. She inhaled softly, then exhaled loudly. “Maddox.”
“How does it feel, my beautiful Clarissa?”
“Wonderful.” She groaned as he slipped his finger deeper inside her. He slid in and out slowly, the pressure building inside her. It felt wonderful, but she needed something more. She needed his cock. “I’m going to break a rule and make a demand. Fuck me.”
“Where, Rissa? Where do you want me?”
“In my ass.” That was the only thing she wanted right now. She heard the rip of a condom package, savored the feel of his finger inside her. One hand was gentle on her hips as he clasped her tightly. The other guided the head of his cock to her ass. She pushed back, stilling when he stroked her.
“Slowly, little one. Let me guide us. You just continue what you’re doing.”
She nodded, words not wanting to form. “Oh.” The head of his cock pressed inside her, stretching her tight opening. She groaned and tried to pull away, but he held her close.
“Shush, it’s all right.”
She nodded, lifting up on one hand. “More.” He gave her just what she wanted, stroking in and out unhurriedly, filling her completely. When she felt his hips press against her buttocks, she turned her gaze to him.
“Please, don’t stop.”
His smile made her body shake as he began a sweet, sensual assault, moving slowly back and forth inside her. She felt utterly full and completely bonded with him. His hands went up her back as his cock slid out, then back down when he filled her again.
“My Rissa, come for me.” Her fingers moved faster, and it didn’t take much. Her body quaked as her orgasm overtook her. She bucked into his cock, loving the tempo he now set, hard and steady, driving into her with such sweet force she thought she would die from the pleasure.
“Again,” he whispered, and she did, her clit aching under her touch. She felt him quicken, then go rigid behind her before pounding himself into her. Beads of sweat, his and hers, mingled together on her back as he trailed his fingertips over her hips. When he moved away, she felt as if she’d lost a part of herself, something she never wanted to lose.
She collapsed onto the blanket as he got up, returning moments later with a wet cloth, which he ran between her buttocks.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Thank you, sweet one.” He lay down next to her, cuddling into her back.
After a few long minutes, she rubbed her head against him. “I’m beginning to think the two of us were made for each other.”
“Indeed. It’s something I’ve already known.”
“You know, I have a piercing or a tat for all my ex-lovers that meant something. Shall I get a moon tattooed on my pussy? Or my ass?”
“How about piercings? On your labia, five on each side I can use to make a beautiful corset that I can tie up, binding your pussy so that it gains its freedom only to bring us pleasure at my command.”
Her mind whirled at the idea. She’d seen pictures, but that was one piercing she’d never considered having done. Could she give him that much control over her body? It would be a strong statement that her pussy belonged to him and not to her. “That would be total surrender, wouldn’t it? I mean, letting you tie my pussy up in a corset?”
“Yes, it would. Do you surrender to me totally, Clarissa?”
“Yes. Let’s do it the minute we get back in Vegas.”
He nibbled on her ear. “We don’t have to wait. If you’re serious about it, I know a piercer here in town who could do it tomorrow. How does your body take piercing?”
“I’ve never had a problem. And I think I could do five on each side.”
“Are you sure? Completely sure?”
“Yes, I surrender my body to you, Maddox. I want to be yours, totally.”
“You already are, sweet Rissa. Hearing you say it makes me the happiest, and the luckiest, man in the world.”
Desert Surrender
Chapter Fourteen
Clarissa shifted in her chair, her new piercings throbbing just a bit. They’d decided on six rings on each side. The design was for a full pussy corset. The piercings started at her lower labia and moved upward toward her belly. They’d done three rings on the first pass. In two weeks she would get the other three done. Once they were healed, Maddox would be able to corset her pussy closed.
He’d already taken her on a shopping trip to find padlocks he could use on each ring, small tiny locks that would keep the lacings in place until he unlocked them. She’d been thrilled with the piercings. The woman Maddox knew did a fantastic job, and the pain had been minimal. Maddox had held her hand, kissing her knuckles with each ring that had been added, reminding her that she belonged to him and he couldn’t be more thrilled about it.
Clarissa had replied that she was more than thrilled with the situation and couldn’t wait for the new rings to heal enough to be used. Of course the events had basically ended their play for the weekend, which was fine with her. She still stayed naked while they were at the cabin, and he still held her close.
They discussed things they would want in a house, how it would be decorated and how they would go about selecting a new one. On Monday morning, she’d been sitting in Maddox’s office when he’d called a realtor to put his house on the market. Not a great time for it, he knew, but he said they would work with what they had.
Then he’d called Andrew in and told him the casino in Laughlin was a go. When he offered Andrew his house, Clarissa thought the other man would come undone with excitement. He couldn’t wait to get started. All they needed now were a few more inspections on the building, and renovations could begin.
Now it was Monday afternoon, and they sat and waited on Blake Turner, Maddox’s attorney. When he’d called them to say he had news Clarissa had been astonished.
“The hacker must be good if it took him such a short amount of time.” Maddox squeezed her hand and winked at her.
“It’s going to be fine, don’t worry.”
The door to the conference room opened, and the man who entered was not what Clarissa expected. This man looked like he could pass for a college-age student when you first saw him. As he drew closer to them, though, she could see the tiny lines and figured he was closer to forty than his looks implied.
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