Page 26 of Tell Me Your Desires
“Please bend your head down.”
Jaime lifted a brow but complied. Her much shorter ‘helper’ reached up and placed a blindfold over Jaime’s eyes.Fuck. She needed toseeLady A just as much as…whatever else was going to happen to her.
“Is the blindfold necessary?”
“Yes. You may ask Lady A for permission to remove it, but…”
“There will be punishment,” Jaime finished for her. “How long will I have to wait for Lady A like this?”
Jaime heard the faint click of a door as an answer. She resisted calling out to see if anyone was there. Instead, she focused on her sense of hearing. It was quiet, but not silent in the room. Soft crackling of a fire caught Jaime’s attention. She hadn’t seen a fireplace, nor was it cold enough outside to warrant one. Candles? She sniffed the air, catching the muted aroma of jasmine. Jaime remembered that scent from the last time she was in here. Was that Lady A’s signature scent?
The air around Jaime was electric. And chilly. She wondered if Lady A kept it this cold on purpose. It put Jaime on edge. It wasn’t cold enough to be unpleasant, but her nipples certainly responded. She heard a rustle. Or did she? Jaime couldn’t tell if her mind was playing tricks on her. How long had she been in here? It was only a few minutes, right? Was time standing still? Or racing? Where was Lady A?
Chapter Ten
Lady A walkedinto her chambers and nearly gasped at the sight of Detective Jaime Baros. Was she dreaming? No. In Lady A’s dreams, the detective was naked. Here, she was wearing a silk robe that did nothing to hide the effects of the crisp air. Why was she here? And why the hell was she cuffed to Lady A’s device?Number nine-eleven. Cute, Frank. A little heads-up would have been great.
Yet, if the detective was in here—like this—she had paid. Frank wouldn’t have let her in otherwise. But why? It was obvious Detective Baros was suspicious of her. Was this some kind of ruse?Only one way to find out.Lady A took a deep breath, steadying her nerves. If the detective wanted to play, Lady A would happily oblige.
“Tell me your desires.”
Jaime’s body jerked involuntarily at the sound of Lady A’s voice. Is that what it had sounded like before? Or did the thrill of being bound and blindfolded enhance the seductiveness? She answered the first thing that came to her mind.
“I want to see you.”
“That has to be earned.” Lady A closed the distance between them, taking a riding crop from her cache. She trailed it downthe front of Jaime’s body, reveling in the shiver it produced from her captive. Lady A circled around Jaime, freely taking in every inch of her body. That was the advantage of the blindfold. Lady A could gawk as much as she wanted to without judgment. She took the belt of the robe and held it loosely in her hand. “I wouldn’t have thought you were shy.”
“I’m not.” Jaime sounded way more confident than she felt. The heat of Lady A’s body so close to hers wreaked havoc on her libido.
“Then I can take this off.”
It was more of a statement than a question, so Jaime merely shrugged indifferently. Inside, she was on fire, the chill of the room burning off with each of Lady A’s words and touches. When the robe was opened, Jaime wondered how in the hell it had gotten even hotter without the protection of the fabric.
Very nice.Lady A tugged the robe, and it pooled at Jaime’s feet. “Did you think the robe would shield you from what you came here for?” She allowed her eyes to devour Jaime’s naked body.
“No,” Jaime breathed, clenching her hands into fists.A fucking tear-away robe. Convenient.She was exposed and bound. Being blind to the effect it had on Lady A only intensified the feelings within her.
“Why are you here, Detective? Did you come to interrogate me again? Or maybe you’re undercover and wanted to catch me incriminating myself.”
Jaime scoffed. “Do you think I’m wearing a wire? Tell me, Lady A, where would I hide it?” She sucked in a breath at the sting of the crop against her ass. Damn, that shouldn’t have felt as good as it did.
“You dare speak to your Domme that way? Perhaps you need a moment to remember where you are andwhoyou’re with.”
Jaime waited for another strike from the crop, but nothing came. She listened carefully for Lady A’s breathing, but all she heard were the candles.
“Lady A?” Nothing. Jaime became restless and tried getting out of the cuffs that tethered her to the ceiling. “Please, I’m sorry. Don’t leave me like this.” Panic was beginning to set in when she finally felt the lash of…a new item. Was that a flog?
“If you are disrespectful again, the session will end. Understand?”
“Yes, L-lady A,” Jaime answered immediately. At that moment, Jaime was glad she didn’t know Lady A’s real name. That would have made this too intimate. If she could convince herself that Lady A was nothing more than a paid escort and not someone Jaime had been dreaming about for days, she could do this without guilt. She hoped.
“Let’s try this again.” Lady A ran the leather tails of the flog down Jaime’s stomach, allowing them to hover just above Jaime’s sex. She heard the hitch in Jaime’s breathing and watched with fascination as Jaime’s hips tilted up slightly. “There’s nothing taboo in this room. Nothing to be ashamed of. You just have to let go of the fears. Tell me your desires.”
“I-I want to stop being sad. I want to release the pain inside.”
Thatwas different from what Lady A expected to hear. Sure, she had many masochists in this room. They craved the pain. Got off on it. But Jaime Baros was different. Jaime was actually punishing herself. But why?Not your problem, A. You’re here to do a job and administer the pain, not be a therapist.
“Why do that here, Detective? You seemed quite… opposed to what goes on in here.”
