Page 31 of A Secret and a Lie
“He’s been making some good headway, sir,” Jackson compliments, his gaze pointedly shifting to mine.
Sir.For the love all things un-fucking-holy, make that word disappear.
“From what I’ve heard, it sounds like he’ll be done in a matter of a few weeks,” the father of all assholes adds, facing Aubrey. My gaze bores into the side of his skull intensely enough to drill a hole.
He can’t be serious.Weeks?I fucking hate this guy; he’s only ever put me in a bind.
Drake must sense my distress because he smoothly captures their attention as I silently stew, making his own introductions. The four of us converse casually about the Choi case and the evidence my best friend brought to light. I’m unable to focus on any of theactual words being said though, rather occupied with how I might go about speeding this assignment along.
Eventually, Aubrey proclaims, “I look forward to hearing about a quick, successful op. I have to say, I’m jealous. Madam Allison is rumored to be the most beautiful woman in the country. You’ll have to let me know if that’s all talk, or if there’s any truth to it.”
They don’t know what she looks like? Curious.
“Oh, that’s a fact.”
Ford
As the elevator climbs higher, so does my irritation.
I’m in a bad mood, and it’s only gotten worse with each passing hour. Jackson spent all fucking day harassing me with texts aboutspeeding things along. If I’d seen him in person today, I might’ve pressed my Glock to his temple, and if I’d done that, I certainly would’ve pulled the trigger.
The hourglass is running out on my opportunity to get the answers I need, at least as far as these sessions go, since our last one is next week. I thought I’d have more time, but I don’t.
The three of us have already had six lessons before today, covering setting up scenes, risk-aware consensual kink, safety and warning signs associated with impact, communication, pleasure and pain dynamics, hard and soft limits, and countless other things. After all that, I still don’t have anything to give Jackson.
When the metallic doors part, my annoyance nearly consumes me.
Genevieve has a stark-naked Sloane lying on the bed with her legs spread wide, rope wrapped around each ankle and tied to the bedposts. Her wrists are bound together over her head and secured to the headboard with a strap that disappears beneath the top of the mattress.
Sloane’s long, honey hair fans out over the black sheets, and Igrit my teeth as I imagine what much shorter, much blonder hair would look like splayed out before me instead.
Based on my mood, I shouldn’t have come, but I still have a job to do.
“Good evening, Superman,” the subject of my fantasies chirps. She looks every bit as gorgeous as she did on Julien’s arm the other night. I wonder if he’s ever seen her long legs on display or her breasts cupped by leather and lace the way they are now?
Sloane twists her neck, grinning at me like I’m a dream come true, and I resist the urge to pinch the bridge of my nose to abate the headache that’s blooming.
I nod curtly at the two women, worried that if I open my mouth, it’ll be to tell Genevieve that the only way I’m participating today is if she’s the one tied up. I might even bark at Sloane to get lost, but that would fuck up my mission, so I simply clamp my mouth shut. Shrugging out of my suit jacket, I drape it over the arm of the couch.
“We’re covering climaxes today,” the Madam explains. “I thought Sloane and I could demonstrate forced orgasms.”
Sloane and I.Good, that’s a fucking relief, even if I’m going to spend the rest of the night imagining what Genevieve would look like coming…repeatedly. My cock stiffens in my pants at the thought, and I roll the sleeves of my shirt up as I busy myself pouring a scotch.
With a drink in hand, I spin one of the chairs in the seating area around and take a seat, watching as the Domme produces a cordless wand with an end that glistens and a few Velcro straps. I track her every movement down to the way her knuckles bend as she positions the vibrator between Sloane’s legs, her red-painted fingernails glinting in the warm lights of the room.
Genevieve’s hair is straight today, with one side tucked neatly behind her ear. She smiles at something Sloane says that I missed, too enamored with her sparkling eyes. Her full, red lips move, revealing glimpses of her straight white teeth before pressing together. After a second, I ascertain that she was speaking to me.
“What’d you say?”
Genevieve frowns, cocking her head to the side and studying me. “I asked if you’d like to control the wand. This was meant to be a demonstration, but she’s stillyour sub.”
My jaw flexes with how hard I grind my teeth. I don’t appreciate the way she saysyour sub,but I don’t address that. “Oh, no,” I grit, shaking my head. “I’ll watch.”
“Even if you don’t touch the wand, you’ll still be controlling things by proxy. I’ll be your hands, but you’ll run the scene.”
Thank fuck she’s been going along with the no-touching rule I imposed when it comes to Sloane. I’m not sure what I’d have done otherwise.
“Fine.” I nod.
