Page 18 of Tell Me Your Desires
Yeah. The woman in the mask, Baros.She was the only one who had contact with the victim in the hours…potentially minutes, leading up to her death. At least, that was how it was looking until they found something else.
Think!
This waswhere she wanted to be. Always. Safe in her bed, the woman she loved by her side, wandering hands the only thing on her mind tonight. Work had taken a backseat, and Jaime had every intention of getting lost in this woman over and over again. Until the end of time, if she had things her way.
Soft hair tickled her stomach, and a grin spread on Jaime’s mouth when those tender lips moved lower, hot breath only arousing her further. Fuck, she was a sucker for a woman who knew how to use her tongue. Light moans filled the silence of the room, her hand tangled in long, luscious locks as she guided that mouth lower and lower…
“F-fuck.” Jaime arched from the bed, her heels pushed deep into the mattress. Nothing would ever feel better than a naked woman against her. Touching her. Teasing their way down her skin. But it was when that tongue reached its destination, and those lips enveloped her clit, that she really got going. “Oh, shit.”
Through the darkness, Jaime could make out nothing but a glorious head of hair and French-manicured nails as themoonlight hit the gloss. Those nails teased the skin of her thighs, sending a shiver through her entire body.
“Babe…”
Mysterious eyes met Jaime’s slowly. “Yes, Detective?”
Jaime sat bolt upright, clutching her chest as she tried to control her breathing. Her dreams had involved nothing but Taylor for the last two years, but that dream? Fuck, that dream wasn’t a good sign. Lady A?Oh, no. No, no, no. She scrubbed a hand down her face, eyeing her watch. It was four in the morning. She still wore her workout clothes and was covered in a sheen of sweat. Sweat, she knew, hadn’t come from said workout some four hours ago.
Her bottom lip trembled, her hands too, but Jaime managed to get to her feet slowly. Now she just had to figure out how to process what had just happened. Or do what she did best…and put it to the back of her mind.
Anya’s hands were shaking.The tears that had been threatening the entire way home began to fall freely. Somehow, she made it inside her house, engaging the locks and alarm before she crumbled. She had lit into Frank for lying to her. God, she hadn’t been that pissed in years. But beyond the ire was the absolute heartbreak. Maisie was so young. She had her whole life ahead of her, and it was snuffed out by some… maniac.
And that detective. Anya sniffled, angrily wiping her tears with the back of her hand. She could understand being a suspect. Everyone who was acquainted with the… victim would have to answer questions. But Anya couldn’t help but feel like Detective Baros’ accusations were personal. She had seen the interest in the detective’s eyes. And the panic. It was a lookAnya was familiar with among some of her clients. Some knew exactly what they wanted and how they wanted it. That’s why they sought someone like Lady A. Others, however, only knew they wanted something… different. They walked into Lady A’s chambers wide-eyed, scared, and intrigued. Detective Baros looked as though she was fighting whatever she felt.
Still, that didn’t excuse how she had treated Anya, though she should be used to it by now. A good number of people looked down on sex workers. Even those who paid to feel Lady A’s whip across their back thought those in this profession were… less than. Anya could admit there were bad sides, especially when it came to young girls forced into it. However, for those like Anya who chose this path, it didn’t make them criminals. And Anya didn’t like being treated as one, let alone in the one place she held all the control.
“I’d like to see her come back without a badge to hide behind,” Anya muttered. She ignored how that thought caused her stomach to flip.
“Meow?” Derek trotted up to Anya, who had yet to move from her position by the door. He head-butted her elbow, meowing his concern for his human.
“Hey, buddy.” Anya picked him up, cuddling him close. “Did you come to see me because I’m sad or because you’re hungry?”
Derek sniffed Anya’s cheek before licking it with his rough tongue, causing Anya to laugh lightly. She wiped at her cheek but still kissed him on the top of the head.
“Thank you, bud. I needed that. If you give me one more minute to completely fall apart, you can help put me back together while I feed you. Deal?”
“Meow.” Derek snuggled in the crook of Anya’s neck.
She closed her eyes and allowed his purring to calm her. They had been each other’s companions for eight years now. Anya was convinced Derek knew her moods. Despite what people saidabout cats, Anya wouldn’t find anyone more loyal than her furry best friend.
“Tell me your desires.”
“You. I desire you, Lady A.”
Her sub was blindfolded, bound by the wrists, and tethered to the chains dangling from the ceiling. And completely nude. The tight ass clenched when Lady A trailed her whip across it. The crack of that whip against flesh rang out in the otherwise quiet room. Lady A’s sub cried out, panting slightly from the pain. And from the pleasure of being whipped by Lady A.
“You were naughty.” Lady A walked around her sub, the whip never leaving the bare skin. “You talked back to me. What should we do about that?”
“I must be punished, my Lady.”
Another strike against flesh. “Do you deserve to call me yours?” Lady A scolded.
“No, Lady. I’m sorry. Please allow me to make it up to you. I beg you.”
Lady A pressed a button that lowered the chains. “In order for you to beg me, you must be on your knees.” She allowed the chains to descend just enough for her sub’s knees to touch the padded—waterproof—floor beneath them. She bent forward, whispering in her sub’s ear. “How will you beg me?”
“With my tongue inside you, Lady A. I beg you to let me taste you until you cum. As many times as you need until I am forgiven.”
Lady A released her sub’s hands from their shackles. If they were going to do this right, hands needed to be involved. LadyA reached around the back of her sub’s head and untied the blindfold.
