Hunting Truth (22 page)

He didn
’t reply. He was staring into the distance but his jaw
muscles were tight and he radiated with anger or hurt—perhaps both,
I wasn’t sure. So I followed his lead and grabbed the bottle of
Jack Daniels from the bar and topped up my glass. I sipped it as I
wondered why nothing could ever be simple or straightforward
between us. It seemed to be one drama after another and I
fleetingly pondered whether I’d be better off alone. But there was
something about him. Something that prevented me from walking away.
I’d never felt that way about anyone before. Never cared enough to
consider trying to go the distance and work through any issues that
arose. But Lucas . . . he’d gotten under my skin. Gotten inside my
head and inside my heart. And when things were good, they were
really good. I loved him and I wanted it to work.

I sneaked a look at his profile. He looked
desperately unhappy and, for the first time, the thought occurred
to me that I could lose him.
My lungs seemed to contract as pain seared through my chest
and tears sprang to my eyes. In my peripheral vision, I saw Lucas
turn to face me. I forced myself to breathe and turned to him. His
eyes were wide and questioning. “Oh Lucas,” I whispered as the
tears began to flow. “Why do things get so complicated? We’re fine
when there’s no intervention from anyone else. I wish we could go
somewhere and shut out the rest of the world and just let it be us.
Together. We could be happy on our own. I know we could. I love
you, Lucas, and I want you. I don’t want to lose you. Please tell
me it’s not too late.” My voice gave out as sobs overtook me.
Immediately, two strong arms were wrapped around me and I found
myself almost crushed against his muscular chest.

He held me and stroked my hair soothingly
but he didn
’t say a
word. I was comforted by his embrace but I began to worry that’s
all he was doing—comforting me because I was upset. He didn’t say
that he wanted me too. Perhaps he’d tired of me misjudging him and
genuinely felt that I didn’t trust him. Or perhaps his patience had
run out with me altogether and he simply didn’t think I was worth
the hassle any longer. Those thoughts made me sob even harder and
he held me a little tighter until I had no more tears left to
cry.

He released me gently and tilted my chin
up with his finger so our eyes met. “I can
’t take you away, Issy. There’s so much crap going
on here right now. I can’t even leave this damn building.” His eyes
were growing steadily darker until he abruptly stood, bent over and
scooped me up into his arms. Without a word, he strode off to the
exit, released the door lock and carried me into the reception
area. He turned and waved his key card over a security panel set in
the wall behind the reception desk. A concealed door sprang open
and Lucas walked through it and descended some dimly lit stairs. I
followed but was confused and disorientated until I remembered my
visit with Scott. The dungeon!

I felt my heart begin to beat a
litt
le faster as Lucas
stepped out into what appeared to be a central hallway of sorts.
Many doors led off the large open area that was totally bare,
except for a console table on which stood an abstract bronze
sculpture of a couple on their knees, having sex. The floor looked
to be laid with glossy black tiles, possibly granite but it was too
dimly lit to be sure. The walls were painted a deep red and were
unadorned but they gave the place a warmth that would have
otherwise been lacking in such a sterile environment. Every door
was closed. They were black and shiny and I suspected they were
made of steel.

Although apprehensive about the general
concept of a dungeon in a BDSM club, I began to feel curious about
what lay behind them.
The air smelled faintly of a heady scent, as though someone
had been burning an incense stick recently. It was almost eerily
silent.

Lucas turned around completely and I could
then see that only one door led off the wall that had been behind
us as we
’d descended. He
walked to it and adjusted his hold on me enough to be able to fish
a bunch of keys out of his pocket. They jingled before he stepped
up to the door and I heard a key being inserted into the lock. A
moment later, Lucas pushed the door open and we stepped into a room
that totally took me by surprise.

It was like stepping back in time.
Dark-wood parquet tiles covered the floor, a large burgundy-colored
wool rug lay next to a mahogany four-poster bed that stood in the
center of the room, dressed in the deepest red, and there were
various benches and cupboards, all in the same dark wood. It wasn’t
what I’d expected at all. I was expecting something modern and
sterile, like the hallway outside—not something that looked like it
came from medieval England. There were no windows—we were
underground—but it was lit fairly dimly by concealed
lighting.

I realized that Lucas was looking down at
me.
He looked distinctly
uncomfortable so I smiled instinctively. He appeared to be
wrestling with a decision but then strode purposefully to the bed
and laid me down gently. He stood over me and, as he spoke, a
playful smile was visible. “I may not be able to take you away and
shut out the rest of the world but, while we’re in here, it’s just
you and me . . . which is probably just as well, considering what
I’m about to do to you.”

My eyes flew open wide at his suggestive
words.
“Oh yeah? And
what might that be?”

He smirked as he took his cellphone out of
his inside pocket and the tell-tale tune informed me that
he
’d switched it off. He
replaced it then shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it
carelessly onto the floor. His tie and shirt followed suit, then
his shoes and socks but not his pants. The effect wasn’t as
striking as when he wore those black denims but it was still
incredibly hot. He stood over me again—those glossy, black eyes
were mesmerizing and held my gaze. I knew every inch of his body
and was only too aware of how gorgeous he was standing there,
without needing to look. It was just as well because I couldn’t
tear my eyes away from his smoldering gaze.

Suddenly, he stepped back but did not
break eye contact.
His
voice was pure sex when he spoke. “Stand up. Then remove your
clothes—slowly—but keep your eyes on me.”

My nipples contracted slightly at his
words and I shivered with excitement.
I slid to the edge of the bed, still meeting his
gaze. I stood and bent down to unfasten the zipper on one of my
boots, managing to roll back my head so that I could look at him. I
fumbled for the zipper, hampered by my lack of sight, then I
grasped it and slowly unzipped my boot. I slipped my foot out and
wriggled my scarlet-painted toes. Instantly, I saw his eyes flick
to my foot and mine followed suit as I suppressed a small
smile.

“
I said eyes on me,” he growled, making me
start. I quickly looked back to his face. His eyes were narrowed
and he looked cross.
I
opened my mouth to apologize but he beat me to it. “Speak only when
instructed, Miss Prince. Let’s see if we can’t teach you some
self-control,” he said, a warning edge to his voice.

I found the zipper to my other boot and
slid the zipper down
—so
very slowly. I eased my foot out and wriggled my toes, staring
pointedly into his eyes as I did so. I saw his mouth twitch at the
corner and something told me it wasn’t to suppress a smile. His
eyes continued to bore into mine as I stood and took hold of the
hem of my top. Carefully, I lifted it up and over my head. When my
bare breasts were exposed, I heard a sharp intake of breath. I
grinned, glad that my face was covered by my top. I loved seeing
and hearing his response to my naked body. I almost shot through
the roof when I felt his fingers close around my nipples and he
pinched. Hard. I pulled my top free of my head and found his face
inches from mine.

“
I said to keep your eyes on me,” he said
mockingly as he released my nipples
, and I felt I might faint from the exquisite
sensation that flowed from my sensitive nipples to my increasingly
wet pussy. I knew it was useless to point out that it would be
impossible to remove my top and still look at him. Besides, I was
too distracted by the involuntary clenching between my legs. I
pressed my thighs together in an effort to prevent myself squirming
under his heated gaze.

Lucas looked on with satisfaction before
stepping away and instructing me to continue. I unhurriedly
unfastened the button and zip of my jeans, noting how
Lucas
’ expression
changed to one of eager anticipation. Rather than simply taking my
hand away when I released the zipper, I flattened my hand over my
mound instead. I saw his nostrils flare before I trailed my
fingertips back up to the waistband. He was breathing heavily by
then and I couldn’t help but think how ironic it was that he’d
asked me to undress slowly when he clearly couldn’t wait to see me
naked.

I hooked my thumbs inside the waistband at
my hips and began to push it down. So. Very. Seductively. Slowly. I
could see the tension in his jaw and
a vein in his neck betrayed his increased pulse
rate. My peaked nipples hardened a little more at the sight of his
barely restrained longing. I covertly tucked my thumbs into the
waistband of my little thong so that my pussy would be bared to him
once my jeans were far enough down.

I watched his face as the denim cleared
the top of my waxed mound.
As I continued to push it down with incredible slowness, I
saw his eyes widen the moment he realized I wasn’t leaving on my
panties. I only got about another inch further before I saw him
snap. Quick as a flash, he pushed me back on to the bed and grabbed
the bottom of my jeans. He tugged impatiently, cursing ‘damn skinny
jeans’, before he finally managed to tug them all the way off. I
lay, legs spread where they’d fallen, exposing myself to him
completely. He looked like a wolf stalking his prey as he advanced.
My whole body was tingling with delicious anticipation.

I shrieked as he unexpectedly grasped me
by my waist and lifted me.
In one fluid motion, he sat and lay me face down across his
lap. He caressed my butt cheeks before suddenly spanking each cheek
in quick succession. My head lifted as a squeal left my lips.
Immediately, a firm hand pushed it back down so that my face was
pressed into the bed. Before I could protest, he quickly spanked
each cheek twice, then continued to caress them. I was shocked then
confused. The pain was sharp when he spanked—especially since I’d
not been expecting it. But then the warm sensation that followed
was actually very arousing . . . as my dripping wet pussy could
testify.

As if reading my mind, I felt his hand dip
between my legs, probing my wetness.
A low growl conveyed his pleasure—as did the
hardness I could feel under my stomach. I was stunned. Who’d have
thought that having your ass spanked could be such a turn on—for us
both? The gentle caresses that followed were nice but I found
myself longing for the firm smack of his palm against my soft skin
again. But he just kept on rubbing the skin until he whispered, “Oh
Issy, I wish you could see how beautiful you are. Your ass is the
color of your flushed face when you’re in the midst of an
orgasm.”

Pride flared through me that he found the
sight of me so appealing. I loved pleasing him and I loved learning
how unexpected acts could make me so horny.
Right then, all I wanted was him inside me
but I knew better than to try to rush him. He’d only deny me for
longer and besides, I knew he could judge the timings of my needs
perfectly. His hands had moved to my back now and the shiver
elicited by his fingertip trailing down the length of my spine
interrupted my thoughts.

“Oh, what to do with you?” he mused quietly
as his fingers continued to trail up and down my spine.

Abruptly, he slapped my butt and
instructed me to kneel on the floor and avert my eyes. Silently, I
obeyed and knelt on the hard wooden floor, keeping my gaze firmly
down as he arose and crossed the room. I heard him opening
cupboards and drawers and moving around their contents.

I didn’t hear him returning until I saw
his feet approaching. “Get up onto the bed. Lie face down, ass
up.”

I scrambled onto the bed on all fours
without looking at him. My mind was racing with
possibilities.
What’s he taken from the cupboards? What’s he going to do
to me?
I closed my eyes
as I lowered my head so that I couldn’t look at him. He quickly
slipped a blindfold over my head once I’d stilled. I’d gotten used
to it now and, rather than feeling apprehensive, I felt calmed when
he blindfolded me. I knew I was safe and that whatever was to come,
I didn’t need to see—only feel. In fact, when I couldn’t see, I’d
found that my other senses grew keener so that the sensations I
felt would be maximized.

I slid my hands forward, dipped my back
and crossed my ankles as I
’d seen submissives do in the club upstairs. Lucas sat next
to me and I felt silky rope encircling my wrists, then my knees and
finally my ankles. I felt him stand up then heard faint sounds from
somewhere in the room but I had no clue what he was doing until I
heard a match flare. Seconds later, I could smell the sulfur-rich
smoke and knew he’d extinguished it. I assumed he was lighting
scented candles as he had before in his apartment.