The last bit was a double edged sword that he missed, and the good that I knew was in him relented. He came back and picked up my shoe. Like Prince Charming, he went on bended knee, took my glass slipper and placed it on my bare foot. His hand lingered on my ankle and trailed up my leg until both of his hands were once again wrapped on my hips. When I thought he couldn't resist me and wanted to finish what we started, my body flared up again but all he did was pull me from the car and put me on my heels. "Now go."
The key to getting a man to beg is all in a woman's walk. If a man sees a woman walk up to him at a bar, it's the crucial first impression that will demand a response. The sway of the hips and swing of the arms need to be in sync. The legs need to be straight and have just a little bit of a cross to keep the figure slim but curvaceous. And of course, the chest needs to be thrust forward for... optimal view. If the woman walks away, then she has a better chance. That way the man can watch the walk from behind. He can see the way her hips whip back and forth and watch the way her ass moves and the lines of her thighs without the guilt of getting caught. He can watch the woman walk away and either deposit her image into his spank bank, or he can take the invitation her hips offer.
I perfected this walk. Even on gravel and ice pick heels, I could use my walk for the greater gain. With my hands tied behind my back, I had an advantage where my breasts were already thrust forward. And with my dress riding up on my thighs, the backs of my legs were showing above my stockings. I was a fucking sight for lonely eyes. I stepped forward slowly, keeping my balance and felt his eyes burn through my skin. He could see all of my tattoos at this point, the ones usually hidden by the dress were showing or imprinted in his mind. He knew what I was underneath. And with each step, I heard his breath get faster. I could almost feel his pulse race and the fabric of his pants strain with pressure of his cock swelling. This was power. This was what I knew.
Before I reached the concrete slab that had four steps that led to the door, I turned my head over my shoulder and smiled at him. I showed him that I knew I had that power. And that was my last mistake.
Before I could turn back around, I heard the gravel under his shoes when he stalked up behind me. He grabbed me around the waist and lifted me off my feet before opening the door and tossing me into the blackness of the building. I saw nothing but felt the wall on my chest as I was pressed up against it from behind. Cane's breath poured into my ear and his harsh whisper ran through my body like a blade.
"You think you are so clever, don't you. You think that you know what to do, what to say, how to dress and how to walk but you know what, you were wrong. I know you. I know more about you than you think. I know what you feel like inside and I know how your body works. You like power because you are used to it. You like being in control because it gives you what you need to be comfortable in your life. But you know what I know that you don't? You secretly like being helpless. You like that I take that power and make you a victim."
My shoulders were pressed against the concrete wall and he laid his body flush to mine. It was difficult breathing but not because his body was pushing me against the wall, but because his words had aim like a mach truck. He was right. I liked it. More than that, I loved it. I felt free in his embrace when he took all the power from me and told me what to do, where to kiss and how he wanted me on the bed. But could I admit that to him? Hell no. I had to have some upper hand. I needed some control, and convincing him to let me have my shoe back was the control I had. If I could keep him in one spot for at least an hour, I had some chance that my team will find us.
"You can think about it all you want, honey, but the truth is you are as much a victim as I am here. Be are both on our last reserves in this situation and you like that I took all that responsibility from you. It felt dirty fucking a criminal, didn't it? You usually lock us up, not get us up. But you knew full well what you were getting into, and you wanted it."
He dipped his hand quickly between my thighs, flicking his fingers on the swollen skin and brought his fingertips close to my face. I could smell my own juices coating his hand. "That's not drugstore lubrication. That's your own desire dripping down your thighs. You're hot for this. For me."
I heard the smacking of his lips and knew he was licking the desire from his hand. I couldn't help the moan that came out, nor could I help the press of my ass into his groin.
"I'm taking everything from you. I'm going to trust you, by completely exposing you for who you are. And when I have it all, when I get what I want from you, I will be able to trust you and untie you. Until then, you are my captive, detective. And your hands don't move."
He stepped back and turned me around before shoving me to my knees. My stockings ripped as did the skin underneath before small jolts of pain shot up my thighs. A clasp and zipper undone and I felt heat next to my cheek. It was his cock. His rock hard dick was pressed against my face. "Now, put out the fire you started."
Without another word, I opened my mouth and took him down to the hilt. Burying my nose in his groin, I pulled back fast, hollowing my cheeks on the upstroke. Then did it again faster. I wasn't messing around. I wanted to gain that trust. Not because I was undercover but because I felt like I needed to deserve it. I wanted Cane to feel something but anger and hate for me. I let the tip of his cock rest on my lips and twirled my tongue around the tip, letting the little ball of my tongue ring tease the flesh underneath. His moans echoed throughout the building and felt louder with each dip of my head. Cane's fingers wrapped around my hair and guided me back and forth over his cock. I hate when guys do that: like they need complete control over me while I am doing something for them. But that was what it was like with Cane, he needed the control. So I moaned.
He growled at the sensation of my sounds reverberating through his skin and said, "Oh baby, I love when you do that. It feels so good. Moan again just like that."
And I did. I hummed around his flesh and as I felt the vein under his cock pulse with how close he was, he ripped my mouth from him as he panted into the darkness. "Not yet, I'm not ready yet."
Grabbing me under the arms, he put us in the same position we were in when the door opened. The front of my body pressed against the concrete wall and he was behind me. Only this time, he dropped behind me on his knees and I felt his breath over the back of my thighs. My underwear was a lost memory after he ripped them off and dipped his head to my dripping skin. I was so wet, so hot, that the first dip of his tongue into my cunt ripped a scream from my lungs. I shamelessly ground my body into his mouth and he pulled back, chuckling out loud.
"You are impatient, aren't you?"
Of course I was. He made me throb inside and he was the only one that can fix it. His mouth knew all of the places that I liked to be kissed. In only a few hours, he knew I liked when his tongue would tease my clit and then press hard with the flat of his tongue. It made me grind my hips back to meet his kiss and let little whimpers out of my mouth when he pulled back.
He stood up and I felt his cock rest between my ass cheeks. My ass was a little sore from the last time we were together but he soothed it with slow pumps of his velvet steel moving across it. "I'm gonna fuck you, Miss Kiss. Just like you want. And then after I make you cum again and scream my name, I'm tying you to a chair in the office until you can think of a way to make me trust you. Either that or I leave you here while I escape. I'm thinking somewhere warm. Like Mexico or the Caribbean. But don't forget, it's my show and I am in control."
Before I could come up with a response, his cock ripped through my body and retreated before pushing inside my pussy once more. The sensation tore through my soul and gripped him inside my body, greedy for more. His hands held my hips in place and steadied my body with his thrusts. With every fuck inside my body, the glass wall that kept my control would break with another crack. I was shattering. When his hands moved, one dipping to my clit and the other to the back of my neck to hold me immobile, I couldn't hold back anymore.
Glass shattered all around my defenses. Walls crumbled inside my body. I was destroyed. I screamed his name out to nothing as tears ran down my cheeks. The thrusts inside my body and flicks of his fingers on my clit ripped me apart. My orgasm stole years off of my life and my legs gave out from under me. I went down to the floor, not feeling my cuts getting bigger from how numb I was all over. Cane grabbed the back of my head once more and I accepted his cock like a gift, tasting both of our juices on my tongue as he came inside my mouth. Pulling out a bit, his seed poured from the side of my mouth and ran down my jaw onto my breasts, branding me once again as his. I was his. The titles we have as captor and captive, detective and felon, meant nothing. Now it was clear that I belonged to him. And I had a job to do that meant more than putting him back in prison.
