Page 16 of Tell Me Your Desires

Chapter Ten

Lady A walked into 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 down the 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 and who you’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.”

That was 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.”

“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 she did 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 of who I am or what you think I 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, she could do with getting Jaime Baros out of her system. 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? Was she as 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 much control.

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 she was attracted 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.”