Dominance and Deception (16 page)

Instantly, she raised her head, then sat up and frowned at me. “If you break my headboard I'm gonna kick your ass,” she warned, and I grinned at the vainglorious statement. Now,
that
I knew she couldn't do. And if I broke her headboard I'd just buy her a new bed.

Returning the smile, she shifted positions, straddling my hips and reaching down to take hold of my cock again, rubbing her clit against the head and teasing us both. She was so hot and wet, so ready for me, that I couldn't help but buck my hips up, desperate to be inside her.

"Nuh-uh,” she told me, tapping me with a finger, and I settled down, waiting for her next move.

Carefully, she positioned me at her entrance, watching me for signs that I'd push her.

"Try it and you get nothing, detective,” she said, and waited for my nod before sinking down on me a little way, not more than an inch.

The urge to thrust deeper was almost overwhelming, and I held still with an effort as she tested my control. The feel of her tight flesh around me was incredible, and the friction as she pushed just a little further down before rising up again made me forget all about suppressing my groans.

"Fuck, Faye..."

She held still, raising an eyebrow at me. “You know, if I chose to interpret that as an order, that'd almost be begging...” When she calculatedly squeezed her internal muscles around me, making me pull at the cuffs again, I almost decided to just plead for her to fuck me and give us both what we wanted.

But—like she said—I was stubborn.

"It wasn't anywhere near an order."

"You gonna show me the proper respect, detective?” she asked, kneeling up and pulling me free of her, then returning to her spot between my legs. “Or do I go and get myself off while I shower, leaving you here to listen to my moans, then see if I can chat to some friends on the internet for a while?"

I doubted she actually would, but the threat was enough to make me toe the line.

"Sorry, Mistress,” I said, mentally adding another cane-strike to her punishment.

"You're learning,” she said, trailing her fingers over my cock again. “But I'm still waiting to hear you beg. Just one little word, that's all it takes...” For a second she paused, concentrating on teasing me, then looked up with a wicked smile. “Well, two. ‘Please,
Mistress
’ has a much nicer ring to it than just plain ‘please'..."

Before I could react, she resumed her little game, increasing my desire from a slow burn to an almost painful inferno within a couple of minutes. I grabbed the metal curls of her headboard to stop myself from trying to break the links in the cuffs, grinding out, “If you don't stop now I'm gonna have no
choice
but to come. You wanna be celibate for a month, just keep going..."

Her lips twitched around my cock and I knew she was trying not to smile, but she ignored me. I tried to hold on, but there was only so much mind-over-matter could do when your girl was reaching down between her own legs while sucking you off, her fingers coated in the juices you could still taste on your lips...

"
Fuck
, Faye, I can't—"

She withdrew from me at the instant that a single touch could have made me come, kneeling motionless between my legs as my mind rejoiced that I was still in control and my body cried out the strongest protest I'd ever known. I didn't realise I'd called her something I'd sworn not to call any woman until she laughed delightedly, switching positions again and sinking back down onto my cock before I had time to catch my breath.

"You better watch out there, detective... I might get offended and go for that shower."

Her actions belied her words, however, as she began to take me with delicious movements of her hips. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch her that I could almost feel her skin against my hands, but all I could do was let her take control—my legs were tied so I couldn't gain any purchase against the mattress to drive myself deeper. She'd
planned
for this, and the realisation frustrated me even more.

So I whispered the same insult again against her lips as she leant down to kiss me. “Teasing little cunt..."

She moaned without restraint, tense and trembling as the words took her higher. She loved the fact she'd made me say it, and the realisation that I'd discovered a new kink of hers swept me right up to the edge of reason. A fraction of a second after our lips met, she came hard, her orgasm pushing me, pushing me...

I was barely hanging on by a thread, not even caring about the consequences, just desperate to come, when suddenly she was gone. God knows how she'd managed to slide off the bed in the middle of an orgasm that strong, but somehow she had, and she was now on the floor, watching me through lust-darkened eyes as she recovered.

God damn it, she can read me too well...

She'd known exactly what letting herself come again would do to me.

"Faye...” I growled, using the tone she referred to as my ‘Dom voice'.

Regaining her equilibrium, she stood up, her limbs shaking a little, and sat between my legs again.

"This ends whenever you want it to, detective,” she reminded me, preparing to deny me for a third time. “I can get off whenever I want—I can go on like this all night if I have to."

I didn't doubt it, but I was hoping her sense of mercy would kick in before my stubbornness gave out. And so as she went down again, her hot, skilful tongue taking me back from barely-bearable pleasure to the edge of madness, the only pleas were in my mind, even as she took me higher than I'd ever thought I could go. I had no idea what she was doing to me, but I couldn't make
myself
feel this good...

The thought was fleeting, the last coherent one I had before I forgot how. And when I came to my senses again, aching and unfulfilled, she was sitting calmly in place, waiting for me to drop to a level where she could begin tormenting me once more.

I couldn't find the words to express how pissed off I was with her, and how much that fuelled my need for her. She read the anger at the edges of my shattered composure on my face and crawled up my body to meet my furious kiss, using her position on top of me to push back my tongue with hers and further take control from me. She tugged gently at the collar around my throat, reminding me of my status in this scene.

"You wanna come? It's in your hands. I can't end this for you, boy,” she whispered, and slowly guided me inside her again, as if wary of pushing me too far. When she started to move, I groaned my frustration, loving her, hating her, needing to stop, to safe word, to let go, to come or else to take a three-hour-long, ice-cold shower...

And as she rode me half out of my mind again, knowing what she was capable of and what she fully intended to do, I couldn't do anything but give in, using the only word that would get me what I wanted.

"Please..."

She didn't even pause, watching me carefully through her obvious desire, knowing I was at breaking point and could safe word if my pride wouldn't let me voice the word that grated against my nature so much. But seeing that caution, how much she cared for me and was keeping my mental state in mind, was the final turn-on that decided me.

"
Please
, Mistress..."

Her smile lit up the room—genuine pleasure, free of triumph at her victory—and she leant down to give me a brief kiss, breathing the words I'd been longing for.

"Come for me, detective."

Within two seconds, the most intense orgasm I'd ever had knocked me out of my mind, wiping out everything for seconds on end. I returned to conscious thought slowly, and registered a very satisfied Faye nuzzling my neck, her arms and legs still wrapped around me.

"And
that
is why you should let me top once in a while, Sir,” she murmured, sounding slightly smug for the first time.

No matter how much I might have wanted to retort, I had the feeling anything I tried to say would come out incoherent. I'd seen Faye after a hard scene, and she often looked as wrung-out as I felt at that moment. So I rested my cheek on top of her head, drawing comfort from her skin against mine, and relaxed, exhausted.

Too soon, she rolled off me to sit up, undoing the collar at my throat and slipping it off. A strange sense of loss touched the edge of my senses, and I frowned it away, berating myself for wanting the thing on me for a moment longer than necessary. Her hands went to the cuffs that restrained me next, and she kissed each slightly bruised wrist as she released it.

While I pulled my arms down to my sides, trying to readjust to the freedom, Faye untied the scarves around my ankles, shed her heels and stockings, then returned to my side, silently encouraging me to take her in my arms. Holding her, I felt my sense of self beginning to return, and eventually I was over the scene enough to be able to ask the critical question.

"How the
hell
did you do that?"

Giggling, she raised her head from my chest to look at me. Her hair was a mess and her lipstick was pretty much gone, but she'd never looked more beautiful, and the Faye I'd collared was completely back in my power.

"You can learn all sorts of cool stuff on the internet. It's orgasm denial, Sir. If you edge someone enough and then hold back, it makes it way more satisfying when they
do
come—and I'm guessing it worked."

There was a twinkle in her eye that made me wonder exactly what I'd said or done without knowing it, but I decided I was better off not knowing.

"It work on women, too, little tease?"

Her eyes widened, and I saw her preparing to lie to me before catching herself.

"Yes, Sir,” she murmured, dropping her head down to my chest, knowing she'd let herself in for it.

A plan for retribution beginning to form in my mind, I laughed softly at her mortification.

"Not today. Maybe not even tomorrow. But someday soon, I'm gonna get you back. I think I need to remind you of your place."

Her sigh was heavy. “Does this mean you won't switch again?"

"Ask me when I can think straight,” I said, reluctant to go near that subject when my mind was so muddled.

She grinned her amusement up at me, gloating a little. “Oh, come on, Sir. I didn't give you enough pain for you to fly properly..."

Gently, I slapped her thigh—a half-hearted reprimand. “I'm starting to think you
want
the cane, little tease..."

Quieting immediately, she curled closer to me, reaching out to pull the blankets up around us. I didn't pursue the subject, happy just to drift with her close to me, safe in the knowledge that I could discipline her at my leisure.

"Sleep, detective..."

"Don't push your luck, little tease."

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It had been two weeks since I'd managed to get Pierce to switch with me. He'd definitely been reluctant, and I was pretty sure I hadn't managed to convert him to the joys of submission, but, hey—it had been worth a try.

At the time he'd vowed revenge, but although we'd played out scenes since that night, he hadn't mentioned it. Trying to figure out his end game was driving me crazy, and he knew it. He was just waiting for his moment, and it was making me—

"What're you working on?"

The murmur in my ear was unexpected, and I turned to glare at Pierce, startled.

"Okay, that's it—I'm gonna get you a collar with a little bell on it."

He glanced over at the doorway before he spoke, checking we were alone.

"Thought I made it perfectly clear who wears the collar in this relationship, little tease."

If we'd been at home, his words would have been accompanied by a tug on the collar in question, but here he restrained himself.

"Oh, you did...but that kinda got undermined the day I had you tied to the bed, calling me ‘Mistress’ and begging to come for me."

I was undoubtedly in for a punishment later, but the opportunity to remind him had been just too good to pass up, and at least while I was at work I was safe from retribution. Kinda.

His expression warned me I was overstepping my bounds, and he tightened his hand on my shoulder.

"What're you working on?” he repeated, the change in his tone discernible only to me.

I held up the gun I'd been attempting to lift fingerprints from, laying out the details of the case I was working for Detective White's team. His cell phone rang in the middle of my spiel, and he answered with an apologetic glance at me, stepping away from my workbench to take the call.

"Looks like we got work to do,” he said when he returned, pocketing his phone. He kissed my cheek, his lips lingering a split second longer than was appropriate between friends and work colleagues. I smiled despite myself, a light shiver chasing down my spine.

"See you later."

The day progressed pretty much as usual. I worked on evidence for other detectives and looked into the background of murder weapons, while Pierce's team was out and about, doing their thing. When he got back from the crime scene, bringing new evidence with him, I switched over to work on that, leaving the remainder of Detective White's evidence to my colleagues in the forensic lab.

I was so busy I almost forgot I was due a punishment, but when we got to his place that night, Pierce turned to me as soon as the door had closed.

"Upstairs."

I ascended to the bedroom immediately, dropping onto my knees beside the bed and linking my fingers behind my back without having to be told. Pierce followed me after a couple of minutes, sitting on the edge of the bed and regarding me in silence for a while.

When I began to fidget, he finally spoke. “Enjoy your day?"

Something told me I was on thin ice, and I gave a default answer while I scoped out the situation. “Yes, Sir."

"Seems to me my little tease is getting ideas above her station,” he said casually, and I bit my lip, preparing myself for the inevitable. “C'mere."

I obeyed swiftly, getting to my feet and standing before him. His eyes swept over me, and he raised a brow. “Too many clothes, tease."

It took less than a minute for me to strip down to my underwear, and after a split second's hesitation to read his reaction, I lost even that. Nodding satisfaction, he sat with his back against the headboard, beckoning to me. Obediently, I stretched out so I was lying across his lap, my arms folded under my head.