Page 13 of A Shot in the Dark
“Are you really?” he asks smoothly, stalking towards me, the tip of the belt dragging along the motel’s short, red carpet. My gaze sticks to it in a mix of equal parts excitement and dread. We are, at that moment in that cheap motel room, predator and very willing prey.
“Yes,” I whisper, only to find my mouth’s gone dry.
“Who are you affiliated with?” he asks again, though it’s less question than demand.
“No one.”
That muscle in his jaw jumps again. “I can’t believe that… That you are all alone in the big, bad world…? I don’t think you even know who you are,” he murmurs, his lips lifting in an arrogant twist.
My spine straightens at what feels like an insult. “Yes, I do. If this is about consent…”
He goes still, waiting.
I lick my lips again. “I do.” There is no doubt in my mind. “I consent.”
“You have a safe word,” he reminds me. “Mercedes.”
I nod, transfixed.
“Do you want to use the safe word now?”
I shake my head no.
“Okay then.”
“What…what are you going to do with that?” I ask, my eyes back on the belt.
“This?” he asks innocently as he runs a gloved finger along the supple midnight black leather of the belt.
“Yes.”
He leans forward to stroke the leather down the curve of my cheek, leaving me shivering with anticipation. “What do you think I’m going to do with it?”
Words muddle in my brain as I watch him fold the belt carefully in half and smack it against his open palm, startling me. The bed bounces beneath me, squeaking.
What am I thinking?
But that’s just it. I’m not thinking. All I know is that my panties are wet, my nipples are so hard they could cut glass, and Boots stands before me. All I want to do is anything and everything to make him fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.
He reaches out, runs the back of his hand from the center of my forehead down the side of my face so slowly it’s excruciating.
His hand pauses, turning so his fingers rest by the corner of my mouth.
I move my head just far enough to pull one of his fingers into my mouth. I give it a long, firm suck, glove and all, keeping my eyes pinned to the reflection of the wanton woman in Boots’ sunglasses.
I spit his finger out.
“Fucking disrespectful little hellcat…” He chuckles, the sound so dark and rich it rolls straight to the core of me. “No affiliations—all alone in a world full of so many Big Bad Wolves…” he muses darkly. “How did that happen? How can you have no idea… Luckily the truth is deep inside you, but so deep, I’m betting you’ve never met the real you. Never unleashed that part of you.” He leans in close, his breath stroking my ear as he taunts, “Come out, come out, wherever you are…” With one slow step back, the sight of his gloves drags my eyes back to the belt in his hands.
Words tumble out of my mouth. “Are you going to spank me?”
“Lift your skirt.”
Red flag.
Heart pounding so fast I can’t count the beats, I’m frozen in his shadow.
“Do you want to use your safe word? Or do you want me to fuck you?”
