Page 17 of Tell Me Your Desires
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 A could ask the question again, but she would let her actions speak for her and removed her hands.
“No! Please!”
Lady A stood still, waiting.
“You…” Jaime began, her clit throbbing with need.
“You’re always going down on me. I can feel your tongue inside me…
.” Jaime felt Lady A’s hands again, this time on the front of her thighs.
Her quads tightened underneath those soft fingertips.
And then she felt Lady A’s breath mere inches away from her saturated pussy.
Jaime gripped the chains, willing Lady A to taste her.
“Keep going,” Lady A demanded, breathing in Jaime’s scent. It was an aroma she wouldn’t forget any time soon. “Did I make you come?”
Jaime’s breath hitched. Fuck, hearing those words from Lady A’s mouth nearly pushed Jaime over the edge.
She needed to be touched. Hell, she needed to be fucked.
Hard and relentless, the way she instinctively knew Lady A could fuck her.
And Jaime would give as good as she got.
She would love to provide Lady A with a dose of the torture Jaime felt while helplessly hanging here.
Jaime hissed when Lady A’s nails dug into her thighs.
“No,” Jaime answered honestly. “I see your red hair and your… eyes.” The blindfold prevented Jaime from looking into Lady A’s eyes or seeing the color. “Then I wake up.” Frustrated and horny as fuck.
“Because I’m not who you want?” Lady A guessed.
“Because you’re who I shouldn’t want.”
Lady A felt the truth of that statement.
There were multiple reasons why this couldn’t work.
More than Lady A knew on the surface. Still, the realization of that while she was on her knees in front of Jaime, both of them aroused—more aroused than Lady A had ever been—was sobering.
It really was too bad that Jaime didn’t spring for the sex experience. This wasn’t only torment for Jaime.
She wondered if Jaime did anything to satisfy what “Dream Lady A” couldn’t give her.
Did she touch herself? Did she use a vibrator?
Lady A thought of her favorite personal toy—the one she often used to satiate her needs.
She leaned forward, her hands still resting on Jaime’s thighs, and blew lightly on Jaime’s swollen clit.
Jaime gasped and squeezed her legs shut, intensifying the orgasm that slammed through her. This wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted the fucking pain, not the pleasure. Fuck!
“Stop.” Jaime released the cuffs, dropping to her knees, gasping for air.
As soon as the word was out of Jaime’s mouth, Lady A was on her feet. She picked up her robe and quickly retreated into the shadows. She slid the robe on as she watched Jaime yank the blindfold off, looking around frantically. Never before had she ever witnessed a reaction like that to an orgasm.
It took Jaime’s eyes a few moments to adjust to her surroundings.
The one thing she didn’t see was Lady A.
She had just been there. The orgasm proved that.
So where did she go? And if she was gone, how the hell was Jaime supposed to get out of here?
She hoped to hell the woman who set her up in here didn’t come back.
How fucking embarrassing to be on your knees, body flush, and out of breath from a “no-sex” session.
Jaime tried taking a calming breath as she studied the cuffs for any kind of release.
She almost jumped out of her skin when she felt Lady A’s hands on hers.
Lady A, dressed in her red satin robe and the same red and black laced mask she had on when they first met, unlocked the cuffs.
“Don’t come back here, Detective,” she said softly, then dropped Jaime’s hands and walked away.