Page 101 of No More Spies

Her eyes narrowed. “I’m paying you back. You’re going tolove what I put on your dick.”

He probably would. He knew he was a pervert, and he wasperfectly happy to try anything she wanted. “I’m willing to play a lot of gameswith you, baby.”

He leaned over and got his mouth on her nipple, licking andsucking until it was perfectly hard. Then he slipped the clamp on, watching itbite into her gorgeous flesh. He caught her gasp, such a fucking sexy soundcoming from her. He treated her other breast to the same. How had he gone sodamn long in life without having this every day? Without being able to touchher and stroke her and lick her to his heart’s content. He stepped back andstared at her for a moment. Even in bondage his girl looked fierce.

“We’re going to see how you like this later, Cooper,” shesaid with fire in her eyes.

“You have a safe word, Kala. It’s okay to use it. I want toget you where you need to go, but I don’t want to break you.”

“Then play with me. Be my badass boyfriend right now. Ifit’s too much, you’ll know.”

“You’ll tell me,” he corrected, cupping her cheek.

“I’ll tell you,” she whispered and then went right back toher ferociousness. “But I’ll also wake you up one day with clamps on yournipples.”

She probably would. He could handle it. “Tell me why youwould think I could misinterpret that scene with Parker. Don’t lie to me. I sawyour face when you walked in. You thought I meant what I said.”

“Well, you said I strung you along, and I probably did.”

His head shook. “No, you did not. You never played me. Ibroke your heart and it took a while, but you were my friend again before wehit our senior year. You were the faithful one. You would have stood by me nomatter what. I was a weak boy. But I need you to understand I’m a man now, andI could have found you fucking Parker and I would have asked why. Because Ibelieve in you. I know your heart.”

“I didn’t think I had one.”

“Oh, you do, and it’s so big, and I mean to protect it forthe rest of my life,” he vowed. “So tell me why you thought I wouldn’t know.You have to say it. We can’t fix a problem if we don’t acknowledge it exists.Say it.”

A stubborn expression settled on her face. “Because we had afight.”

Not the answer he was looking for, and in this room, thatmeant punishment. He wouldn’t always be her Dom. But there would be times whenshe needed it, and if he needed it, she would do the same for him. There wouldbe no one else he would ever allow to top him. They could be fluid in theirroles with each other. He moved around her gorgeous body and picked up a woodenpaddle. “Is that your answer?”

“It’s what I said, Coop. We had a fight. You thought Ibetrayed you.”

He brought his hand back and smacked that stunning ass. Oneand two and three and four, until she gasped and wriggled. There was aperfectly placed mirror across the dungeon, and he could see the way her titsbounced, making the jeweled clamps jiggle. He paddled her until he counted toten in his head and then backed off, staring at the glorious pink her backsidewas becoming. “I told you I acted like an idiot. You’re the one who left.You’re right. Your father would have told mine if he’d known. I’m not used toIan Taggart without almost god-like powers. I was kicked in the gut, and Iacted like an idiot. Also, you’re right about me as an operative. I’m onlygoing to work as support from now on unless you need me and then I’ll followyour lead in the field.”

Her head came up. “I didn’t mean you should quit.”

“I’m not quitting,” he promised. “I told you. I’m yourbackup. I’ll hang with Lou and Tash and let you and Kenz and Tris handle theforward-facing jobs. Now tell me what was underneath it all. You know. I needto know what sent you running that night. I unearthed it and let it loose onyou.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

So stubborn. Another ten had her eyes misting over. His babywas a hard bottom when she wanted to be. It was probably because she’d survivedspy training, which included a shocking amount of torture. This felt like aregular Saturday for the woman who’d survived what Huisman had put her through.“All right. Let’s try this another way. Tell me why you stopped writingpoetry.”

Now her head turned, eyes flaring. “What?”

“Eyes front,” he bit out and gave her another five.

She did as he asked, but proved she could stare a holethrough a mirror. “How do you know I used to write? I never showed you.”

She still hadn’t answered. Another five had her going up onher toes. “It doesn’t matter how I know. I want to know why you stopped.”

“Because it was stupid. I wasn’t good at it.”

Oh, they might have more sessions like this if she kepttalking that way. He got in close, letting his hand slide along her hip untilhe could touch her pussy. He leaned in close, looking at the picture they madein the mirror. “I know someone who disagrees.”

“I’m going to kill my brother,” she vowed, but her breathhitched and her pelvis tilted slightly so the tip of his middle finger slidover her clitoris.

Right where he wanted to be. He let her feel his erectionnestled against her ass. He toyed with her clit, feeling how wet she alreadywas. She might not be a sub, but being naked and bound and spanked was doingsomething for her.

“Why did you stop? You didn’t write for anyone but yourself,and then you didn’t write at all after I fucked up. It wasn’t the kidnappingthat made you stop writing. It was me.”

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