Page 27 of Tell Me Your Desires
“J-Jaime. Please, it’s just Jaime.” Jaime couldn’t argue with Lady A’s first impression of her or this place. But that feeling was borne from a bias Lady A didn’t need to know about. Though shedid deserve an explanation of some kind. “I… can’t get you out of my head.”
Lady A’s pulse jumped at the admission. Part of her was elated that Jaime felt at least a fraction of what A had been feeling since their first meeting. The other part… “And you feel you need to be punished for that because ofwhoI am or what youthinkI am?”
Jaime fidgeted, her arms feeling the strain of being tethered to the ceiling. It wasn’t altogether uncomfortable as there was a slack in the chains. Yet, after her intense bouts with the punching bag the past few days, her arms were fatigued enough to feel it.
“Both,” Jaime answered quietly. That was the truth Lady A deserved. “And more. I…can’t focus on my job. I can’t sleep. I can’t fucking eat. I need to get this—you—out of my system.”
Even though Jaime’s words hurt, Lady A understood all too well. Hell,shecould do with getting Jaime Baros out ofhersystem. But since Jaime didn’t hold back with the brutal truth, Lady A would be brutal, too, in a different way.
Lady A untied her robe, letting it slip from her shoulder and pool at her feet. She stood there momentarily, as naked as Jaime, reminding herself that this session would not end in sex. That wasn’t the package Jaime bought. But…touching…
“Did you read all the fine print on the session you bought, Jaime?”
Goosebumps prickled Jaime’s skin at hearing Lady A say her name. She was already on edge when she heard the rustle of fabric before. What was Lady A wearing? Wassheas exposed as Jaime was? The blindfold was both an advantage and a detriment. Jaime was barely hanging on to her sanity. If she could see Lady A’s body, that perilous hold on sanity would definitely snap. But Jaime was a cop, inherently curious—and suspicious. It was incredibly difficult to give up this muchcontrol.It’s what you paid for. What you wanted. Even if you lied to yourself about why you’re doing it.
“Yes, Lady A. I read everything. I signed it. I know what this entails, and I agreed to it all. Anything you can dish out, I will take.”
Lady A watched the rise and fall of Jaime’s flushed chest. She knew what rapid breathing and heated skin meant. Jaime was nervous…and excited. “You may stop at any time. There’s a button close to your left thumb. That will release you, and I will stop. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Lady A.” Jaime moved her thumb, running it across the button. She wouldn’t use it, but knowing it was there was comforting.
Lady A steadied herself. Normally, it was easy for her to distance herself from who and what she was doing in this room. It was a way to keep her heart and mind from getting too involved. Those who came in here were looking for fun, not a relationship. The same reason Lady A did it. She was rarely attracted to those who bought time with her. And if she was, well, things could get extremely fun. But shewasattracted to the detective, and that was a mistake. It would take all of Lady A’s willpower to stay detached in this session. Especially when she was already worried about why the beautiful woman was so sad. And why did Jaime want the pain without the pleasure?
“Do you know what I’ve learned, Jaime?” Lady A said seductively as she circled the bound detective. “I’ve learned that the greatest pain doesn’t come from the sting of a whip or the cold of the steel handcuffs.” Lady A stood in front of Jaime again and trailed her fingertips down Jaime’s stomach just far enough to cause Jaime to pant. “It’s this. The feather-light touch on overstimulated skin. The promise of relief inches away that never comes.”
Lady A walked around again, stopping behind her. “It’s the feel of the hard nipples of soft breasts pressing against you.” She demonstrated by allowing her taut nipples to touch Jaime’s back. Jaime hissed and arched as though she had been branded by a hot iron. But Lady A didn’t relent. She wrapped her arms around Jaime, crushing the length of her naked body to Jaime as she let her hands roam, touching everywhere but where Jaime needed it the most.
“Please,” Jaime rasped. Her hips bucked, hands clenching around the chains that bound her. “Please.”
“Is this the pain you think you deserve, Jaime?” Lady A whispered close to Jaime’s ear. “My body against yours, needing the release of the pent-up pressure that has been building inside for days and knowing I won’t give it to you? Would you rather feel my whip across your ass? Or the torment of my flog against your breasts?”
Jaime’s head fell forward as she tried to catch her breath. Her thumb hovered over the ‘kill switch’ that could end this torture. One press and she could be on her way home to extinguish the flames Lady A had ignited within her. But Jaime couldn’t do it.
“More.”
Lady A heard the desire behind the plea. Unfortunately, Lady A hadn’t counted on this being just as punishing for herself. The ache between her legs intensified with every moan that came out of Jaime’s mouth, every buck of Jaime’s hips, and the heat that radiated off Jaime’s body.No sex, Lady A reminded herself. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t have more fun with the detective.
“Have you dreamed of me, Jaime?” Lady A ran her hand over Jaime’s extremely firm backside as she returned in front of Jaime.
“Y-yes.” Jaime’s ass clenched at Lady A’s touch.
“Tell me about it. Were you in here like this?”
“No.” Jaime could barely think with the heat of Lady A’s body practically scorching her with every stroke.Why the hell did I choose no sex?
“No?” Lady A rested her hands on Jaime’s hips. “Where were we?” Her thumbs began making circles on that sensitive area close—too close—to Jaime’s sex. She was playing with fire, but when Jaime’s body jerked, Lady A became like a moth to the flame. Her nails dug into Jaime’s skin as her thumbs continued their seductive dance.
Jaime couldn’t breathe. The pain of Lady A’s nails battled with the unbelievably excruciating pleasure of those massaging thumbs. Fuck, they were so close to where Jaime needed them. She tried shifting her hips, but that only caused Lady A’s nails to dig deeper.
“Answer me, Jaime.”
“In my bed,” Jaime choked out. “We were…”
Lady A waited for Jaime to continue, but there was nothing other than heavy breathing. Lady A smiled softly. If the way Jaime kept moving, trying to get Lady A to touch her in a more sensitive spot, was any indication, Jaime was allowing herself to feel the pleasure.No sex. Lady A lowered her thumbs, pushing in slightly against Jaime’s lips, knowing it put a small amount of pressure on Jaime’s clit. But she stopped when Jaime pumped her hips. Lady Acouldask the question again, but she would let her actions speak for her and removed her hands.
“No! Please!”
Lady A stood still, waiting.
