Page 42 of Indecent Secrets

That was the difference, I realized with a shudder. Before, he had been doing things for both of us. Now, he was only after his own goal, and toying with my body however he wanted to. It was all about him using me and getting the information he wanted in the process.

A whimper escaped me. I could sense Bryce’s smirk.

There was no way I would survive being edged for an hour. It would be pure torture. And there’d be no guarantee of an orgasm at the end of it. Once he came back, he’d start the interrogations all over again. I’d be nothing but a sobbing, incoherent mess.

Which might only lead to more punishment.

“Did they teach you this strategy at the Pentagon?” I asked, trying to hazard a guess under the guise of sass.

Frankly, I highly doubted the U.S. intelligence agencies used this kind of particular tactic to get information but that didn’t mean he hadn’t learned the basic principles there. I was starting to lean towards some kind of military or intelligence training for Bryce.

I was sure criminals found their own ways to get what they wanted, but immediately having a plan of interrogation ready to go? Criminals didn’t generally interrogate each other, or at least not that I was aware of, unless you were some kind of mob boss who needed to know who the mole was. Bryce wasn’t mafia, though. Mafia men didn’t work alone and nothing he’d done was pushing the company into the hands of organized crime.

No, interrogation techniques instead of just ham-fisted threats and tying me up? His calm manner like he’d done this, or something like it, a hundred times before? That felt like the military to me.

Bryce laughed and pulled away. “You’re a smart one, but I’m asking the questions right now. Let’s save yours until the end of the lesson.”

The vibrator turned up higher and I cried out, squirming. “Bryce…”

He didn’t say anything. I couldn’t see him, couldn’t even hear him breathing. My hips gyrated onto the vibrator instinctively, sinking down further and further onto it. I yanked at the knot around my wrists uselessly.

I was completely trapped.

Moans spilled from my mouth as I was stuck with this unrelenting, thick cock inside of me and the vibrations against my clit and my inner walls. It felt like my entire body was shaking with the force of it. Maybe it was. I was headed for climax, I could feel it, washing over me like the morning sun—

The vibrations stopped. “No!” I tugged at my restraints, my pussy throbbing as my orgasm faded out of reach. “You said you’d ask me questions, please, please you said—”

“Oh, that’s right, I did say that,” Bryce mused.

The vibrations started up again. They built and built, delicious pressure in my core winding tighter and tighter…

My orgasm was inevitable. I couldn’t stave it off. The vibrations, and the thick cock pressing up everywhere inside of me, was too much. I couldn’t think about anything else, couldn’t distract myself or breathe through it. Every part of me was focused on the pleasure I was experiencing.

Right as it approached—

It all cut off.

I cried out. “Bryce please, I’m not going to lie to you I promise. You have to let me come—”

“I don’t have to let you do anything, actually.” Bryce’s voice was dangerously silky as he threaded his fingers through my hair, gripped the strands, and yanked my head back until I was looking up at him. “Now that you’ve got a taste, who are you really?”

“I’m an environment activist,” I blurted out. The vibrations started up again, on a torturously low setting, scrambling my thoughts. “I… fuck, fuck… I’ve been working to oppose Lawton Industries and get them out of areas for years… I document the damage they do to the forests and to the local towns… they’re terrible for the environment and they’re terrible for small businesses and families.”

“So why are you here?”

The vibrations kicked up a notch. I found myself rocking my hips, desperately seeking more friction as I tried to get the words out. “To—to try and—s-seduce Jack, the new—owner, he was naïve and new nothing—I created fake credentials—I was going to convince him to break up the company and go back to being a fucking philosophy professor.”

“What a pity you got me instead.” Bryce’s smirk was clear in his voice as he finally released my hair. “I have no doubt that gorgeous body of yours would’ve had him doing whatever you wanted after one night together. And that would’ve bored you to tears, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes,” I moaned. It would have. I had expected Jack to be the same guy that most were and just submit to me, and even if he didn’t submit in bed, he’d be boring about it and then submit to me in every other way that mattered.

It would’ve been easy. But I got Bryce instead.

Why was it that made me happy? I was no closer to my goal, a very important goal, but I didn’t mind that. I was glad that I’d met Bryce and was dealing with him instead.

Bryce’s walked around to stand in front of me. “What about Bill and Rebecca?”

“She was too nosy,” I confessed, my thighs shaking as the vibrations increased once again. “I needed her away from you and not seeing me as a threat. She thinks I’m going to tell you—bad business ideas—so I encouraged her to give you other ones—ones that will stretch the company too thin and squander resources because she’s trying to prove herself to you. Bill—I can control him.”

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