The Stand Off (28 page)

“It sucks to get half-fucked,
doesn’t it,” he said in a smug tone.

“Prick!” she splashed him with
water.

“Oh you want to play?” He grabbed
her in his arms and stood up, mindless that she was soaked. She held him
tightly as he grabbed a couple towels and then carried her into the bedroom.

He grabbed the scarf from the
dresser before putting her on her feet. He quickly dried her off and then
wrapped the dry towel around her waist, leaving her chest bare. He grabbed her
wrists and began to wrap the scarf around them, but she tried to pull back.

“You don’t have to tie my
wrists.”

“Tell me his name, and I won’t,”
he said as he paused and looked at her. “Tell me his name, and I will stop all
of this right now.”

“I can’t,” she whispered in
return.

He frowned for a moment before he
barked, “Wrong answer; bend over the bed.”

“No,” she objected and shook her
head.

“You have three seconds to bend
over, or I will tie you face down to the bed.”

She raised her chin stubbornly
and took a step backwards.

That was the act of defiance he’d
been hoping for. She was about to take another step back when he grabbed her
and carried her to the bed. He tossed her to the middle and immediately jumped
on top of her.

He bent over of her and held her
arms above her head as he nipped at her breasts. She tried to pull away from
him but he caught her as she turned and he forced her onto her belly. Kneeling
above her; he grabbed her tied wrists and attached them to the headboard. He
grabbed the scarf from the nightstand and quickly wrapped it around her mouth
to silence her again.

He then bent over to kiss the
side of her face and whisper in her ear, “Stay still or I will smack you.”

As if her body were responding to
a request instead of a threat, she tried to pull away from him again. He jumped
off her and kneeled beside her on the bed.

“I warned you,” he said before
delivering a smack to her ass. That jolt from his hand shot from her ass
straight to her pussy and she spread her legs. “Keep moving and I will keep
smacking you.”

She felt her pussy pulse at just
the thought and she pulled away from him. She wanted another but she’d be
damned if she let him know. And just as if she’d asked politely, he delivered
in kind.

He slapped the same cheek three
times. It was so quick and so powerful she could not prevent the moan that
escaped from her mouth nor could she prevent her ass from arching up towards
his hand like a flower growing towards the sun. She sighed when he began to
gently caress her stinging cheeks. The series of smacks had left her ass hot
and ultra-sensitive to the touch. She could feel every mark on his fingers as
they slid across her ass like magical ointment.

Dean was hypnotized by her body’s
reaction. He let go of her long enough to grab the nipple clamps from the top
of the dresser. These were different than the previous ones he’d used. These
were thin, silver hoops that tightened around the nipple; they had a small
opening at the side to allow for adjustment. They were not designed to cause
pain, only pressure. He turned her body to the side; her arms were stretched
tightly above her head, leaving her breasts defenseless. He swept his hand up
across her breasts before he grabbed one.

“I love you like this,” he said
before he bent his head to softly kiss her nipple. He kissed the scarf over her
mouth and then pulled back to open the small clamp. He toyed with her nipple
for a moment before tugging it from her body. He quickly put the clamp around
the hardened tip and tightened it. She inhaled deeply as the pressure on her nipple
settled throughout her breast. He took the opposite nipple into his mouth and
suckled it hard for a minute. He pulled back to grab the nub and slip the other
clamp around it. He forced her flat on her back to play with her breasts for a
moment before he slid his hand between her legs and began toying with her clit.

Her arms were twisted and she
arched her chest up as he ran his tongue across her nipple, carefully focusing
on just the tip. He began kissing down her chest and across to her back. He
rolled her onto her belly again as he kissed from her back down to her ass.

“Get on your knees,” he said, and
she quickly obeyed. He spread her legs and sat between them. He bent his head
to lay a kiss on her spread sex and she pushed her rear-end back against his
face.

The feel of her pushing her ass
against his face had forced the pre-cum to squirt from his painfully erect
cock. He smacked her ass as he began to suck on her pussy lips. She gasped and
clenched her cheeks.

“No clenching… unless I tell you
too,” he told her as he smacked her hip. He pulled away from her and she turned
to glare at him. He grinned and slapped her ass in return. “I told you, I’m not
letting you come yet. But I am going to keep you like this for the night.”

“No!” she yelled loud enough to
be heard through the layers of fabric. He pulled the scarf down from her mouth
and then slid his hand to her breast.

“You can’t keep me tied to the
bed,” Lux protested.

“Why not?” he asked as he ran his
thumb across her nipple.

“What if something happens while
we’re asleep?”

“Nothing’s going to happen,” he
objected.

“Can you suddenly predict the
future now?” she asked sarcastically.

“I can predict how red your ass
is going to be by morning.”

“What if there’s an emergency,
and we need to evacuate the house?” she continued.

“Then I will carry you out.
There’s not a chance in hell I would let anything happen to you.”

“Yeah right; you hate me now,”
her words were thick with emotion.

“I don’t hate you… I just don’t
trust you. Regardless, I would never let anything happen to you…
never
,”
he reassured her. He kissed her forehead before he lay down next to her.

“What if I have to use the
restroom?”

“I will carry you to the
bathroom. I’ll even wipe your,” he began but she cut him off.

“No! Just untie me!” she snapped
at him, preventing him from finishing his sentence.

“No. The rope is long enough for
you to move your arms.”

“But it’s too short for me to
leave the bed,” she added as she tested the length of the rope. She tried to
sit up, but he pulled her right back down next to him.

“You should be thankful for that
rope because if I caught you leaving this bed I would spank your ass. And you
know as well as I do that without that rope, you would risk it. You’re reckless
enough to risk an ass beating.” He pulled her closer and slid his hand down to
her ass. “Now go to sleep; tomorrow is going to be a long day.”

“A long day of interrogation
tactics, stolen orgasms, and bondage,” she whispered in return as she leaned
her head against his chest.

“All you have to do is tell me
his name.” He wrapped his arm around her, knowing she would not respond.

***

Dean woke during the night and
turned on the light to check Lux’s breasts. Even though the nipple clamps were
designed not to cut off the circulation, he decided to remove them. He
carefully, albeit quickly, removed the loop and Lux stirred before she opened
her eyes. He quickly removed the last one and she pulled back.

“Go back to sleep,” he whispered
before he kissed her lips. He massaged her breasts until she fell back asleep.
He kissed her forehead and pulled her close as he relished the feel of her body
pressed against his. He’d never been more comfortable, and he immediately fell
back to sleep.

Dean woke up to a stream of
bright, early morning sunlight shining in his face. He looked over to see the
partially open curtain and cursed when he saw the time. He’d intended to sleep
for another hour and had set his alarm accordingly, but there was no way he’d
be able to get back to sleep. Not with Lux laying bound next to him. He had
never been one for sleeping in, but with Lux in his bed it was hard to resist.
Despite her bound arms, she was snuggled against him and he was having trouble
tearing away from her. The warmth from her body seemed like the only warmth
left in the world, and he felt as if he would freeze to death if he pulled
away.  

“Too bad she’s working with
Bender,”
he thought. His satisfied smile reversed direction at the cruel
reminder.

Opting not to wake her up until
he returned to the room, he managed to pry himself from her. He went downstairs
to the kitchen and threw the premade breakfast meals into the microwave. He
grabbed the orange juice, the plastic cups, and the meals before he headed back
upstairs to the bedroom. Once inside, he set the steaming food on the small
table by the large window and then walked over to the bed.

“Wake up,” Dean said as he pulled
the cover from Lux’s naked body. The sight of her naked and bound to his bed
abolished all thoughts of food. He fought the urge to jump in the bed and have
his way with her.

“No,” she whined as she used her
legs to try to pull the blanket back. He chuckled as he untied her arms from
the head board.

“Just 10 more minutes,” she said
as she closed her eyes and turned away from him.

“Now.” He kissed the side of her
face and smacked her ass.

“Ouch,” she pouted.

“Is your ass still sore?” he
asked as he ran his hand over her soft skin.

“A little.”

“Good,” he said with a smirk and
bent down to kiss the spot he’d just smacked. “Come on, we have a long day
ahead of us.”

“Another fun-filled day of being
roped and grilled. Yay… I’m so excited,” she grumbled sarcastically as she sat
up and glared at him.

“Tell me what I want to know and
I’ll stop.” He walked over and grabbed the large bag off the dresser.

“I would if I could.”

“Not good enough,” he said as he
dumped the contents of the bag on the bed before her. “Pick something.”

“What is all this?” she asked as
she looked at the pile of tiny dresses.

“That’s all the clothing they had
at the store.”

“I wasn’t aware they had an
Exhibitionists’
are Us
store so close to the island,” she scoffed as she picked up one of
the sheer dresses. “This is the tiniest dress I’ve ever seen.”

He shrugged, “That’s all they had,
but you don’t have to wear any of it. I prefer you don’t; you know that I
prefer you naked.”

“The dresses are just fine, thank
you.” She managed to give him a smile while still glaring at him.

“Don’t get too happy, I’ll be
taking it back off soon enough.”

“That’s what you think,” she
grumbled as she quickly put the dress on.

“That’s what I know,” he retorted
as he picked her up. “I would keep you naked 24/7 if I could.”

“I bet you would,” she mocked as
he carried her over to the table and sat her down in the chair.

“I would,” he said as he
proceeded to tie her ankles to the legs of the chair.

“Is this really necessary?” she
frowned at him.

“Give me his name,” he said as he
untied the scarf around her wrists and then retied them behind her back.

“That’s too tight,” she protested
when he tied her bound wrists to the back of the chair. “I didn’t even tie you
that tight.”

He loosened the rope a bit, “Is
that better?”

“No; better would be if you
untied me completely.”

“If you want me to untie you,
then you know what you have to do,” he reminded her as he finished securing her
to the chair. When he was done, he sat in the chair next to hers.

“What the hell is this? Are those
microwaved eggs?” she asked as she looked at the food in horror.

“Yes.”

“I hate eggs but even worse than
that… I hate microwaved eggs. I’m not eating this,” she said with a fake gag.

“What do you want?”

“I want you to untie me so I can
make a decent breakfast.”

“No,” he answered flatly.

“No? You have to untie me to eat,
you might as well let me cook,” she argued.

“I’m not untying you to eat.”

“Then how am I going to eat?” She
asked although she had a feeling that she already knew the answer.

“I’m going to feed you.”

“Why don’t you just untie me?”
she asked with a straight face.

“Because you betrayed me,” he
barked in a deep, irritated voice.

“I did not betray you; I’m
innocent!” she snapped at him.

“Are you?” He wished he could
believe her.

“Yes I am; you should know that,”
she said in a very serious tone.

“How would I know that?”

“Because you know me.”

“I thought that I did,” he said
in a sad tone, although she could tell that his anger would spark at the
slightest provocation.

“You know me well enough to know
that I would never do something so evil.”

“You tried to blackmail me with
those pictures of the governor’s wife. That could be considered evil,” he
reminded her.

“That was
not
black mail.”

“No?”

“No, that was a form of…
aggressive persuasion. Besides, you should blame yourself for that. I’m not the
one who convinced you to have sex with a married woman. You don’t respect the
vow of marriage; eventually you would have gotten caught… without my help.”

“You just tried to speed up the
process.”

“With good cause,” she said as
she raised her chin.

“You abducted me.”

“I didn’t abduct you... I just
took
you.”

“You locked my chauffer in a
closet and you stole my limo with me inside of it. You took me to an abandoned
house and kept me tied to a chair. That’s abduction.”

“I only did it to keep the music
hall.” 

“You had sex with me for that
music hall,” he said, and she immediately went silent.

She looked at him for a moment as
a million thoughts raced through her mind. At this point, it was foolish to
deny.

“Might as well be honest, you
have nothing to lose,”
she thought to herself as she raised her chin a bit
higher and looked him squarely in the eyes.

“I didn’t have sex with you for
the music hall,” she said.

“That’s not what you said. In
fact you went out of your way to convince me otherwise.”

“I lied; I never had sex with you
for the music hall.”

“You think that I’m a fool? Why
would I believe that? You’re in a nasty predicament, you’ll say anything.”

She took a deep breath in an
attempt to calm her erratic heartbeat and steady her shaky limbs.

“Fine, I’ll tell you the truth. I
tried to trick myself into believing that it was for the building, but it
wasn’t. I had sex with you because of
you
and only you. I liked the way
that you touched me, no matter how hard I tried to convince myself otherwise. I
tried hard to fight it, but you’re
so
aggressive and you know the
perfect places to touch. I also liked the force of your touch, and I was
curious to know how far you would take it. I was dying to find out what you
were really capable of.”

“Why should I believe you?” He
stuck to his guns, despite his hardening cock and a desire to believe her. Even
though he’d caught her red handed, he
still
wanted to believe her. He
wanted her to prove that it was a mistake, but he knew that would never happen.
She wouldn’t even give him the name of that man responsible for those altered
photos.

“Because I am telling you the
truth!
Yes
I really wanted to have sex with you,
yes
I used the
building as an excuse,
yes
I abducted you, and
yes
I was going to
use those pictures of you and the governor’s wife to my advantage. I’m the
first to admit that I did do some really sketchy things along the way, but I
would never intentionally hurt you! You have to believe me; I had nothing to do
with those pictures being published.”

“I want to believe you Lux, I
really
do, but what else am I supposed to believe when you keep protecting him? You
won’t even tell me the name of the person who gave you the pictures.”

She’d never thought of it that
way. When he put it like that she could easily see why he didn’t believe her.
She was hurting him, and she could tell by the look in his eyes that he
desperately wanted to believe her. She could no longer hurt Dean to protect
Clifton. At this point, Dean was her only concern; Clifton would have to fend
for himself. She tried.

“His name is Clifton Branch,” she
confessed and was shocked to see his anger spark.

“You’re just going to lie to me
with a straight face?”

“Excuse me?” she was dumbfounded.

“Why are you defending him?” he
roared.

“I’m not, I just told you his
name!” she yelled back.

“That’s not his fucking name, and
you know it!”

“That is the name that he gave
me, I swear. That is the only name that I know! Call Pixie, call Kiki or Graves;
they will tell you what his name is.”

“Every one of them would lie for
you,” he accused.

“They wouldn’t have to; they know
that his name is Clifton Branch.”

“That’s not his name!”

“Are you sure it’s the right guy?
Maybe you mistook him for someone else. What did he say?” she asked.

“I know who he is, Lux,” he
glared at her, and she had to look away from him. She hated what she saw in his
eyes.

“How do you know him?”

“Stop pretending; tell me his
real fuckin name!” he growled.

“I did!” she yelled back; angry
that he didn’t believe her.

“Okay; let’s play it your way,”
he said as he put the scarf back over her mouth. He pulled the top of her dress
down to her stomach and bared her breasts. He proceeded to yank the bottom of
her dress up until it looked like a thick belt around her waist.

“You want to come?” He asked as
he walked over to his duffel bag on the dresser. He pulled out what looked like
three oversized silver buttons and a roll of tape. He walked back over and
kneeled on one knee before her. “I’m going to make you come.”

His features were contorted with
rage, but she could see the truth in the depths of his grey eyes. He was hurt.
She shook her head vigorously, desperately trying to explain everything to him despite
the scarf covering her mouth.

“I’m going to make you come for
every lie that you told me.” He proceeded to tape one of the silver discs over
her nipple. She shivered as the cool metal pressed against the nub into her
breast.

“I’m going to make you come, over
and over and over again,” he whispered lovingly. He kissed her scarf covered
mouth as he taped the second disc to her other breast.

“I going to make you come so many
times that your body is going to short out.” He spread her pussy lips wide as
he taped the last disc across her clit. He fastened the long piece of tape
across her nether lips to the inside of her thighs to keep it in place.

“We’ll work backwards from your
most recent lie.” He grabbed a tiny black remote and sat in the chair that
faced her. 

“She says the culprits name is
Clifton Branch; truth or lie.” He watched her eyes as he pressed the red
button. She inhaled deeply and her body tensed up as all three discs began to
vibrate. “That would be a lie.”

Many Orgasms Later…

Lux screamed loud enough to shake
the trees and ripple the water. She screamed loud enough to crack glass and
make hair stand on end. She’d literally lost count of the number of times that
he’d made her orgasm. She felt delirious and drunk despite the lack of liquor.
Her equilibrium was off, and she could no longer see straight. Her clit was now
in a constant state of vibration and her body was limp despite the muscle
tremors. She felt drained and was positive that her body could no longer
produce fluids.

Dean pulled the disc from one breast
and grinned at her before he took her nipple between his lips. She thought that
she would instantly come when she felt the tip being pulled deep into the
warmth of his mouth. Her legs juddered and her head spun as the intensity built
inside of her. She shook her head as the sensation began to escalate.

“No… no more!” She screeched as
he turned up the vibrators. He pussy felt like it would explode from the
building pressure. He sucked her nipple fiercely as he slid his hand between
her legs. He pushed his forefinger inside of her and she tightened up. She
tried to pull away from the torturous vibrators and his talented finger, but
there was no escape. The thought of being defenseless against his onslaught of
pleasure was stimulating her further as well as increasing her level of
frustration. She inhaled sharply as the orgasm gripped her body in its
inescapable clutches. She closed her eyes tightly and screamed at the top of
her lungs as the orgasm rocked her.