Page 36 of Tell Me Your Desires

Chapter Nineteen

Jaime squirmed, clenching her hands that were bound above her head.

She’d been in this position before, blindfolded and tethered to the ceiling.

This time, however, she was naked, and her feet were shackled, legs spread apart.

It was the most vulnerable she’d ever been.

Even with their intimacy the night before, Jaime felt…

exposed. Perhaps a little too exposed. Remember why you’re here. Don’t fuck this up, Baros.

Anya warred with herself. Part of her wanted to walk away.

Just walk out of the club, out of Reno, never to be heard from again.

The other part of her was too curious—and too captivated—by the sexy detective to do anything but stand there and stare at a completely naked and powerless Jaime.

Lady A could do anything she wanted to do to her.

And oh, she wanted to do so much. Remember, you’re being watched.

Whatever you do, no sex. And don’t let the killer know the two of you have been intimate before.

“Tell me your desires.” It wasn’t what Lady A or Anya wanted to say. Hell, she wanted to yell at Jaime for being here, and for putting herself in danger while laying that responsibility on Anya.

“My desire is to fuck you, Lady A.” Those words were true. Jaime couldn’t get her mind off Anya and what they’d shared the night before. It was wreaking havoc on her libido as well as her ability to think of Taylor. Was that a good thing?

“That’s not what you paid for. Try again.” Lady A snapped her flog across the palm of her hand, enjoying seeing Jaime flinch at the sound.

Jaime longed to feel Lady A’s hands on her. She even craved to feel the leather of the flog against her skin. That was when Jaime realized exactly what she needed. She needed Lady A to punish her.

“I need to be punished,” Jaime said finally.

“Why do you need to be punished?” Lady A asked, intrigued by Jaime’s confession.

“I hurt someone who didn’t deserve it. We had a beautiful night together, and I fucked up what should have been a beautiful morning by treating her like a whore out of guilt and fear.”

Lady A softened ever so slightly behind her mask. She was still bitter about what had happened, but Jaime was doing a fine job of getting Anya to at least consider an actual date. Don’t get too personal here, A. “Have you tried apologizing?”

“Yes. I think she forgave me, which I’m grateful for. That’s how sweet she is. But I need to pay for what I did. I need Lady A to do what she won’t, which is to punish me for being such an asshole.”

So, she wants to be punished. Fine. “Hmm. Do you know why people come here to see me? A dominatrix in a dungeon-like room filled with instruments to inflict pain?”

Jaime shook her head. She knew why she was here and could imagine others felt the same way when they saw Lady A. But Jaime had a feeling there was more to it.

“Some come here for the thrill of being dominated by a woman,” Lady A said as she walked close enough to Jaime to feel the heat radiating off her body.

“Some want a little excitement in their otherwise boring life.” She reached up and removed the blindfold, holding Jaime’s gaze far longer than she should have.

“Some need to let go of control, and the only way they feel comfortable doing that is by being chained up in my chambers. Then, of course, there are those who have a fetish and need the pain to get off.”

Jaime’s eyes adjusted to the dim light in the room and focused on Lady A.

The mask Lady A wore was blood red, peeking through black lace.

It was sexy as fuck and had Jaime craving things she knew Lady A and Anya wouldn’t give her tonight.

Jaime frowned when Lady A backed away from her without even a hint of leather against her heated skin.

“Despite the different reasons they come here,” Lady A continued. “They all leave with something in common.” She pressed a button, and Jaime’s bound body turned towards the heart of the room. There was an elaborately large chaise lounge that sat in front of a low-burning fire in the fireplace.

The fire created a beautiful glow on Lady A’s face, and her eyes lit up behind the mask. Jaime was mesmerized by the flicker of passion in those eyes.

“What’s that?” Jaime managed to ask, her throat tight with need.

“Satisfaction,” Lady A smirked. “And a memory to look back on while masturbating.” She slid onto the chaise and settled back onto the firm pillows.

Lady A watched Jaime’s expression carefully as she untied her robe and ran her fingertips along the length of the opening.

Jaime’s nostrils flared when Lady A brushed the silk fabric to the side, exposing her smooth skin beneath.

“I don’t think you deserve that satisfaction, do you? ”

Jaime tore her eyes away from Lady A’s bare breasts.

She still had the mask on, but it didn’t take much effort to imagine how Anya felt finding money on her nightstand this morning.

With that in mind, Jaime shook her head.

She couldn’t bring herself to say the word ‘no’ because the need for Lady A’s touch—whether that be from her whip or her soft hands—was building.

“Do you know why your legs are chained apart like that?” Lady A asked as she glided her fingertip over her hardened nipple.

Jaime shook her head again, an audible gulp coming from her as Lady A pinched the nipple she had just been caressing.

“It’s so you can’t squeeze your thighs together as you seek and beg for relief from the pressure building in your clit. ”

Jaime’s legs involuntarily contracted, trying to close. When she found they barely moved, the pressure Lady A spoke of amplified rapidly.

Lady A tilted her head, a smirk resting on her lips.

“It’s a crazy thing, desire.” She tapped her temple with a fingertip.

“It starts here. When you see something you like, your brain awakens every inch of your body.” She smoothed her hand down, resting it on her stomach.

“A fire builds here, the flames jumping as the desire grows.” Lady A’s hand traveled further down her body, resting just above her pussy.

“The yearning settles in your clit, and you’re desperate to soothe that fire.

Or to fan the flames until you shatter. You want—you need—to be touched.

” Lady A allowed her eyes to journey down Jaime’s body.

“Your clit is aching, and your pussy is throbbing, but there’s nothing you can do about it.

You are close to begging me to replace the pain inside with physical pain because you know the pleasure that leads to. ”

Jaime whimpered when Lady A touched herself.

She could practically feel those small circles Lady A was making on her clit.

It did nothing to alleviate the pain she was experiencing at the moment.

In fact, it made it worse. Jaime’s body jerked, and she realized Lady A was right.

Jaime was on the brink of begging Lady A to allow Jaime some relief.

This is what you asked for, idiot. While that was true, Jaime had expected the same result as the last time she was here.

Could she still hope for that? Or was Anya getting her revenge?

Lady A slipped a finger inside her pussy, not surprised by how wet she was.

Teasing Jaime was turning out to be a wonderful aphrodisiac.

It did enter her mind, though, that if Frank was the killer and watching her, Lady A had just single-handedly—or finger—fucked up her excuse to keep sex off the table.

Cross that bridge when you get to it, A. Focus on Jaime now.

“You’ve been here before. I know for a fact you crave the pain of my whip.

You get off on it. If I were to use it now, how much of a punishment would that be?

” Lady A dropped her head back, closing her eyes briefly as she added another finger.

Her hips bucked, and the memory of having Jaime inside her the night before flooded her mind.

“Mmm.” She raised her knees and spread her legs for better access.

And to give Jaime a better view of what she was doing to herself.

“Please,” Jaime ground out, the chains rattling as she tried in vain to get free.

Lady A locked eyes with Jaime. She reached into the table next to her and brought out a clit-sucking toy. It wouldn’t be half as good as Jaime was, but it could get the job done and make Jaime squirm as a bonus.

“That pressure is unbearable, isn’t it?” The buzz of the toy joined the chorus of the chains.

“You’d give almost anything to feel this vibration on your clit.

To cum. But this is what you paid for. This is what you asked for.

Punishment. You don’t get to leave here tonight feeling satisfied.

” Me, on the other hand. Lady A pressed the toy to her throbbing clit, sucking in a breath as it sucked her in.

This particular toy always had her coming in record time.

No matter how much she wanted to prolong it, watching Jaime’s naked, bound body writhing along with the suction on her clit had Lady A speeding towards an intense climax.

She dug her heels into the fabric beneath her, arching her back and lifting her hips as the orgasm shot through her.

“Fuck, yes! So fucking good!” Lady A panted, still riding on the wave. Somehow, she managed not to scream Jaime’s name out loud, but it was definitely running through her brain. And her stomach. And her clit.

Jaime squeezed her eyes shut. Lady A was right again. The pain was fucking unbearable. It was almost cruel what she was doing to her. But after what she’d done to Anya, perhaps this was exactly what Jaime deserved.

“No more. Please. No more.”