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“I’m not telling you.”

He chuckled. “Good girl. The seven grand is yours, and you earned every penny.”

Meanwhile, the room swam and Genie thought she might die if he didn’t fuck her. Pussy or ass, she didn’t care, but she needed him. A part of her brain understood what was happening — adrenaline, dopamine, endorphins. It was the best high a body could give. Combine that with the submissive urges he’d brought out, and she was a whimpering mass of need.

But she couldn’t straighten her body out enough to show him she was ready to be fucked senseless, which she hoped was still on the table.

She rotated one ankle, then the other. Her knees were going to stay bent, but she managed to get her hips and lower back to cooperate, and she rolled to her back, so she was in the bottom half of missionary.

“I’m on a low boil,” she told him. “Pleasetell me you aren’t going to leave me hanging now that I’m not attached to that damned rod anymore.”

* * * *

Dev could scent her need, but there was also distress, and he was having a hard time discerning whether she was in too much pain for him to bury himself in her. With the twins, or anyone bound tightly to him, he’d know what was needed, but he was having to use the clues Genie gave him. On the one hand, he doubted the bikers had taken much of anything easy on her, and he didn’t want her to think she had to go back to them to get her needs met. On the other hand, if she was truly in distress then he needed to give aftercare and forget sex. He’d thought she was holding up just fine during the faux-torture, but now he was doubting himself.

But then she rolled to her back and basically begged him to fuck her, and he stripped his boxer briefs off crawled betweenher legs, pulled the electric-play dildo from her pussy, the u-shaped needle from her clit hood, andfinallyburied himself in the heat of her pussy and fucked her in damned missionary position.

He could’ve gone for hours, but this was supposed to be a quickie scene, so he pounded her hard through three orgasms, and once she had her legs wrapped around his torso, he grabbed them and pressed her knees into the mattress by her ears and pounded her harder.

“Work your magic, little Genie. You get one more orgasm, but you can’t come until I do, so make it good.”

* * * *

Twenty minutes later, Genie swallowed a spoonful of French onion soup and told Dev, “It doesn’t seem right for me to keep the money.”

“If you don’t, the game will never be the same,” Dev told her. “If you hated it and don’t want to do it again, then sure, give it back, but if you want to have fun with it maybe once or twice a year? You have to keep it.”

“You’re a little evil.”

The light in his eyes faded. “I can be, if necessary, but I prefer not to be.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like...” Genie shook her head. “I should’ve said you’re a fucking sadist. I completely misspoke, and I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t make the position up. It’s known by many names: the Pau de Arara, the Boger swing or sometimes Boger seesaw, and the parrot’s perch, to name a few. Done in a slightly different configuration, even thirty minutes would be too much for a pretend interrogation. With Brooke’s ability to go into most anyone’s mind, we rarely need to interrogate our enemies upon capture, but there’ve been a few vampires strong enough tokeep her out, and I’ve needed to learn something about proper interrogation and torture over the centuries.”

Genie got the idea he was showing her some of the worst of him as a test, to see if he’d be too much for her, but she’d watched the bikers in Chattanooga have to make hard decisions in some of the battles leading up to the largest one, so she understood the need to do horrible things to protect the people you’d vowed to keep safe.

“I imagine you also use some of that expertise to get the people you’re training under control sometimes, so the knowledge is useful in other ways.”

“It is. I prefer using the carrot to the stick, but a combination of the two is usually necessary. In pretend interrogation scenes, I’ll likely always start with a stress bondage position and add to your discomfort as we go. Different bondage poses, but they’re all going to be a little evil. I made this first scene short as a test case. Future scenes will last from one to four hours, depending on how long it takes the stress position I put you in to properly perform. This one goes to work almost immediately.” He tilted his head. “Do you want to do this again, or was once too much?”

“Give me a few months and I’ll want to. I mean, I figure I’ll masturbate to the memory of this for years, but no way would I want to do it again in the next couple of weeks. It was a lot.”

“It was meant to be. When you change your password, I’d love to know what I couldn’t get out of you.”

Genie merely smiled at him and spooned up some of the scrumptious hash-brown casserole she’d found on the hotel’s room service menu.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Dev had some reading to get caught up on, so the two nights he spent in the hotel room while Genie was at work were a constructive use of his time, and yet, he was frustrated. He was so close to his little owl, but she’d turned down Brooke’s offer to set up a telepathic conduit between Genie and Dev, and with the near proximity he couldfeelher through the bond they’d created for their little group, but he couldn’t get a handle on what was happening. He felt distress coming from her a few times, but it could’ve been a problem with a patient, and not with her.

An icon on her home screen would call him, and another would send a text with the single word, “help” in it to his phone. So long as he didn’t hear from her, he had to assume she was okay.

Still, he worked to soothe her energy field as best he could from eight hundred feet away, across an interstate that was a river of energy. And no, the interstate shouldn’t have mattered, except his own logical mind was putting it up as an obstacle.

He went back to the papers he needed to read, since there was nothing he could do for Genie.

The main coterie house had a substance between the flooring in the first floor and the basement that was supposed to block satellites from sensing anything below it. It was possible to put it in the roof tiles, but that was like advertising you had something to hide.