“I hope so, sir.” She replied.
“Is there anything that you do not want to do tonight?” He asked her in a softer voice.
“Yes sir, I do not want to be on a leash. Anything else I am yours to do what you will.” She replied.
He was finding it more difficult than it should have been to take a firm tone with her. She was brand new to this and he loved her. Those two things combined would probably get her the reduced version of the events that take place in this room.
“Before we do anything we need our safe word.” He told her.
Without hesitating, she said, “Nina.”
“If at any time you want to stop and can’t take anymore, use that word. Do not use it if it momentarily causes pain, remember, the pain will turn into pleasure. It won’t be anything severe, I promise you.” He said.
“Yes sir.” Came her reply.
“Okay, now that we are in agreement on that, I want you to stand up and look at me.” He told her a little firmer.
Doing immediately as she was told, she stood up and faced him, looking up into his eyes.
“Kiss me.” He ordered.
When she did, he stopped her after a few seconds by pulling away. “Turn away from me, I am going to blindfold you.”
When her back was to him he walked to a drawer that she somehow hadn’t seen and pulled out a black blindfold that would form against her cheeks to prevent any sight. As he went to put it on, he felt her give a big sigh. He didn’t stop. Making sure it was in place, he took her by the hand and led her to a table. She could feel it against the backs of her legs. Taking the cuff on her left wrist and pulling it up and out, she heard the click of the first lock. Her heart was pounding in her chest, from fear and from excitement. She heard the successive clicks of the locks on her opposite arm as well as on her ankles. Her legs were spread and she knew that she was his at this moment. This is when she knew that her soul was bared to him. She couldn’t fight, she couldn’t resist. All she could do was learn to enjoy.
She could hear his movements but could not determine what he was doing. That in itself caused an excitement that she had never experienced. She felt the feather touch the swell of her breast. Gliding slowly and lightly across her skin. It brought goosebumps to her flesh. The feather trailing painstakingly slowly over her. Never knowing where it was going to touch next. Random patterns drawn on her body, which had become his canvas. When he ran it along her rib cage a giggle escaped her lips. She quickly quieted it and he was glad she was blindfolded to not see his grin.
He was going to have to step it up a little if she was going to experience any of this tonight. All he wanted to do was take her right there. She had given freely of herself to do this for him, he wanted her to have nothing but pleasure.
Priscilla couldn’t resist the urge to arch her back against the feather. That’s when he knew that it was time to take it up a notch. Returning the feather to its place, he picked up the gentlest flogger that he had. Flicking his wrist lightly he allowed the strips to fall against her inner thigh. He was aware of the sting at first, but it almost instantly went away. Over and over he flicked the flogger against her skin. From her inner thighs he moved to the palms of her hands, lightly, ever so lightly. Her stomach followed and then her breasts. She inhaled sharply and let out a moan.
“Do you like that, Priscilla?” He asked her.
“Yes sir.” She replied.
Before she had spoken the words he had brought the flogger down against the milky white skin of her thighs, causing pinkish lines to form on her skin. She was struggling against the arm restraints and arching her back against the strokes. He stopped for a moment and allowed the thin pieces of leather to brush against her nipples. Watching them harden under the touch. When he felt she was ready, he allowed the flogger to hit between her legs at her most sensitive spot.
She cried out instantly, a brief pain followed by something that she had never experienced. A searing heat that was nothing but pleasure. Immediately after the first stroke, he flicked his wrist again in the same spot. One small thin leather strip making contact directly with her very center. She thought she was going to come unglued. Crying out again, this time from feeling like she was already almost to the point of no return. Her body was on fire and she thought her nerve endings were going to explode. Dropping the flogger, he stood between her legs and lowered his mouth to the folds of her skin. When his tongue found its way from the bottom to the top and circled around that swollen pearl, she couldn’t take it anymore. Or so she thought. As she was grinding her hips against his mouth, he could sense that she was getting close. That wasn’t happening yet. There were other things for her to explore and experience. He pulled away and allowed her body to begin to calm itself.
“Please sir, fuck me.” She half cried to him.
“Not yet, we aren’t done.” He replied. “Are you enjoying yourself, love?” He asked.
“Yes sir, but I’m not going to be able to last much longer without getting off. I am so close, my body is screaming.” She told him in earnest.
“I am going to undo your restraints. Do not get up until I tell you to. Understood?” He said sternly.
“Yes sir.” She said.
When he released first her wrists and then her legs, she began to move her wrists in small circles to relax them. She hadn’t realized how hard she had been pulling against them. She did the same with her ankles. After laying there for what seemed like an eternity he told her she could stand up. Taking her by the arm he helped her gain her balance after being restrained for so long. She was thankful for the help, her legs felt like the consistency of jelly.
Once she was steady on her feet he let go of her arm and reached to remove the blindfold. Again she found herself thankful, this time for the dim lighting in the room. Her eyes had trouble focusing for a minute.
Taking her hand he led her across the room. He instructed her to straddle the bench and place her knees on the pads to the sides. He walked in front of her, grasping her wrists and locked the cuffs together. When he let them go he had her lay her body forward and rest it on the bench. She was glad that it was well padded. After she was positioned the way he wanted her, he told her to slide herself back until her hips were clear of the bench. She did as she was told. He picked up both of her wrists and adeptly locked them to the clasp that was in front and slightly above her head. He locked both ankles into place and used padded Velcro straps just behind her knees to prevent movement of any kind.
In the same drawer where he had retrieved the blindfold, he came back with a wand style vibrator. Her eyes widened, she knew these were powerful and didn’t know how long she would be able to hold back. His actions puzzled her momentarily, he placed the wand in a stand that was between her legs at the end of the bench. She could feel it pressing against her. That’s when she knew. He walked back to the wall and picked up what looked to her like a ping pong paddle.
She thought to herself that at least when she was blindfolded she couldn’t see him getting things ready. Her heart was racing again and she was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to keep going without using her safe word. Although in reality, he wasn’t hurting her. Yes, for a second, but the pleasure had built to where she was close to orgasm after only a short time.
The wand buzzed to life and she had to catch her breath. She tried to move away from it slightly. “If you move away Priscilla, I will have to bind your waist to the bench to stop you. Am I understood?” He admonished.
“Yes sir.” She said.
As she tried to fight the wand that was resting against her clit, she had to pull away. As soon as she did there was a sharp smack of the paddle on her bottom. She cried out and moved again. This time he held true to his word. He picked up the Velcro strap that hung from the side and strapped her tightly to the bench. Now the wand wasn’t moving anywhere and all she could do was try to wiggle as much as she could. It wasn’t even on high. Not another word was said and the second swat of the paddl
e smacked her ass. It was a definitive sting but she was highly aroused. What she couldn’t take was the vibrator against her. She was going to go over that edge soon whether she wanted to or not.
Four more swats followed in very quick succession. Two on each side. She was moaning and calling his name. Begging him to move the vibrator. He responded to her with four extra hard swats of the paddle. She was crying after the swats but she wasn’t fighting to get away. Now he would give her what she had wanted and what he couldn’t hold back any longer. Leaving the wand in place against all of her pleas, he rubbed himself against her. Her arousal evident.
“Yes, please sir.” She begged. Her entire body was one quivering mess of nerves set ablaze. She needed him and she needed the release.
Wrapping his hand in her ponytail he held her head back causing her to arch her back against the restraints. This pushed her tighter against the wand and more open to him. If they had made love all of the other nights, this was the polar opposite. This was raw need, down and dirty, fuck me sex. No longer able to form a basic sentence all she could do was call his name between moans. He rocked against her gently and in one thrust he entered her completely. She couldn’t move and she was trapped between his rock hard manhood and the vibrator. She thought she was going to go insane. When she felt his thumb move between the red cheeks of her ass, she came apart. She couldn’t help it, it was all she could do to breathe. Feeling her contract around him and listening to her sounds, he exploded deep inside. Completely spent, he reached for the power button of the vibrator and shut it off. Her body falling to the bench. He bent over her and rested his body on hers. When he could move, he freed her from all of the restraints. He knew she wouldn’t be able to hold herself up, so he picked her up and carried her to the small sofa.
As he sat her down, she wrapped her arms around his neck and asked him to hold her. With more tenderness in his voice than she had ever heard, he told her, “Absolutely.”
When they both had caught their breath and regained their bearings, he held her and kissed her. She had offered so much of herself to him simply to make him happy. He knew what he had to do soon. “Thank you.” He told her. “Thank you for doing this for me.”
“I did it for us. The both of us.” She admitted. “Is it normal for me to be so exhausted?” She asked him. She was afraid that she had been a failure.
“Yes it is. Very much so. You use a lot of energy and pull on those restraints.” He explained.
“Oh, okay, I thought I had done something wrong or that I wasn’t cut out for this.” She said.
“Oh baby, you are more than cut out for this. Maybe not on a regular basis, but we have a lot of avenues to explore.” He told her with love in his voice.
“For now, let’s get you up to bed. You need to rest. Is your bottom okay or do you want me to rub some lotion into it for you?” He asked genuinely concerned.
“I’m okay, thank you.” She smiled at him.
Scooping her up off the sofa he carried her out of the room. She started to protest because she was still naked.
“Relax, no one will see anything between here and the bedroom.” He assured her. He walked out the door and turned the opposite direction than they had come in. He carried her past the stage and past the dressing room. In the very far end she could now see the panel that presumably held an elevator to the bedroom. She was going to have to learn all of these tricks and hidden passages.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
In a small interrogation room at the downtown precinct, Detectives Ward and Tony were in the process of questioning Michael Lange about the attempted kidnapping of Abi Martinez and the murders of Zena Wilkins, Diamond Jacquere and Megan Dryer. He had readily admitted that it could have been misconstrued as an attempted kidnapping, but stated it was only to rob her of her bag and not actually kidnap anyone. He vehemently denied anything to do with the murders. He didn’t know who any of the women were or where they worked. Nothing about them. He also said that he had no clue the woman he tried to rob was in any way related to the deaths.
“Mr. Lange, if you are going to get your attorney we will hold off on questions until he or she arrives.” Tony told him.
“I can’t afford an attorney.” He muttered.
“Then you can sit until you see a judge on Monday morning. If you qualify, they will appoint one to you.” She continued. “I need to ask you again and you need to be honest with us, it will be in your best interest.”
“Look, I’m telling you, I have a drug problem. I tried to rob the woman because she had a designer bag and I thought she would have cash. I didn’t want to kidnap that woman, not at all, and I for damn sure didn’t kill anyone or anything like that.” He looked confused and genuinely upset.
Detective Ward broke in, “Of course you didn’t kill anyone. Especially these three women, am I right?”
“Yeah, you are. I’m telling you, all I wanted was a little cash. Lock me up. I didn’t try to fucking kidnap that woman and I didn’t kill the other three. Holy shit, you people are thick in the head.” He was beginning to get angry.
The downside to the night, was that he was telling the truth about being an addict. There were multiple arrests and convictions on misdemeanor drug charges, along with a few theft charges. There was nothing that would implicate him in three serial homicides, threatening another possible victim and trying to kidnap yet another.
“You’re going to be a guest of the county again for a while, Mr. Lange. Everything has to check out with you. Since you are being arrested and charged with three counts of homicide, one count of attempted kidnapping, you might want to consider finding a way to acquire an attorney. We can contact the Public Defender’s office if you like.” Ward went on.
Beth Tony was tired of playing with this kid tonight. She called the uniformed officer in to take him back to holding. He would get a cell in the morning at some point. She needed to get some sleep, Ward needed to get some sleep but he appeared to be wide awake at the moment. There was nothing else they could do, until the kid had an attorney. With the seriousness of the charges she wasn’t concerned with him getting bail and if he did, he wouldn’t be able to make it anyway, after all, he had tried to rob the woman of her bag.
Something in the back of her mind was eating at her. She didn’t think this kid was lying. There was no way that she wanted her name associated with a false arrest, but for right now, if they put it out on the news that they had indeed captured the killer, maybe it would lure the actual killer out to where he thought he was safe. All they needed for him to do was mess up without killing someone. One fingerprint, one anything. Several months after the first homicide and they had no greater knowledge than they had before.
Beth Tony got into her car to go home. She hadn’t seen her family in almost two days. Leaving before they were awake and returning after they were in bed. There was something about this case that wasn’t right. She was determined to find out. Priscilla Barnes would need to be notified that she might not be out of the woods just yet.
As the sun came up over the gardens at the Linston Estate, Priscilla was sitting on the patio enjoying a cup of coffee. Contemplating how her life had changed overnight. She went from struggling to surviving, to living in the lap of luxury. It was something that she could get used to, but would never lose sight of where she came from. Now that the killer was behind bars, she was going to have Adam take her home today. She didn’t want to leave him. But she had been here only for protective reasons. There was no logical reason why she couldn’t. Something told her this was not going to play out very well.
“Good morning, love.” He said as he walked out to join her.
“Good morning.” She smiled.
“Did you sleep well last night?” He winked at her already knowing the answer.
“Yes, yes I did.” She couldn’t hide the grin or the flush in her face.
There was no better time than the present to get a heavy subject out in the open, she took a deep breath and
started to speak.
“I need you to take me home today, Adam.” She said quietly.
He looked at her, stunned, but aware that this moment was going to happen sooner or later.
“If that’s what you want, I can do that.” He answered. “You don’t have to go if you do not want to however. I mean, just because this mess is over, doesn’t mean that we have to be.”
“I’m not saying that we have to be over. All I am saying is that I have my home and you have your home and I am way out of my league here.” She was honest.
“What? Out of your league? Last night you weren’t out of your league. All of the other nights you weren’t out of your league. I don’t understand what this is all about.” He started to sound upset.
“I’m not from here. This is an amazing home you have and it’s absolutely beautiful. My home, is a small apartment that would fit in your bathroom. I can’t just stay here. I have a job. I’m a stripper, remember, that’s where you found me to hire me.” She replied.
“I know you didn’t go there.” He snapped. “If I didn’t want you around, you wouldn’t be around. I don’t pick up just anyone. I might have hired you to dance, but you damn sure wouldn’t have stayed, and I do not give one fuck that you are a stripper, Quit belittling yourself.
She looked down at the ground beneath her and closed her eyes. “This wasn’t supposed to be a fight. I just want to go home.”
“Fine, gather your things and I will take you whenever you are ready.” He told her. “I think you should know something first. I love you, Priscilla. I love you.”
As he said the words he long said he wouldn’t use, he turned and walked away. The tears began to flow from her eyes. She knew that she loved him also, she couldn’t make herself say it.
Quietly retreating back to the room that they had shared for all of these nights, she looked around and realized that nothing here was hers. It was to the extent that they had purchased it for her, there was nothing for her to pack. She turned the water on and stepped into the shower. Leaning against the wall she allowed the tears to flow. In here, she was alone and no one would see her. When she had cried herself out and shut off the water, she made herself as presentable as she could. It was time for her to leave. Fighting with everything she had to hold those feelings at bay, it was useless. She loved this man. Completely.
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