desperation made me scowl.
Goddamn Cole. Who was this man, that he could degrade me so thoroughly, and make me enjoy it?
My only hope for escape was to find some piece of damning information, and blackmail him. There was a locked black box under his bed, and another, smaller one in the mudroom. I was no locksmith, so couldn’t open them to find evidence of his kink. Whips, chains, floggers—even fluffy handcuffs…but there was nothing—besides the naughty maid costume. And I was wearing that, so technically I was the biggest evidence of Cole’s kink.
There was no office, but a black laptop sat on an ottoman. Not standard police issue, so it must be Cole’s personal one. I dusted around it.
His laptop tempted me. Did I really want to see a browser history full of fetish porn?
Answer: yes.
Damn thing had a password.
The front door opened and I scrambled up. How did he drive up so quietly?
He paused on the landing, his gaze sweeping around the house. Somehow, I knew he guessed what I’d been up to.
“Did you have an interesting time while I was away?”
“Yes,” I steeled my shoulders. “You were in the running for most freakishly neat man on the planet, but were disqualified because your spice cabinet isn’t alphabetized.”
“You can do that first thing tomorrow morning.” His gaze settled on his laptop.
I squirmed, realizing I hadn’t put it back where I found it. “I wanted to check my email.”
He raised a brow but said nothing as he stalked to the laptop and typed in the password. His long fingers flew over the keys. He had beautiful hands, graceful and slender. I pretended I hadn’t been staring when he turned the laptop to me.
Mollified by his trust, I went ahead and checked my email. I did snoop once he left the room to change clothes. The browser history was clear—someone had erased it recently—but there was a document saved to the desktop marked “Private.”
I opened and found a list of chores, each assigned to a day.
Cole’s hands settled on my shoulders and I jumped.
“I’d like you to stick to a schedule.”
“‘Kay,” I said, a bit breathless from his close proximity. “Bathroom, kitchen…when am I to dust the dungeon? Or do you have your other slaves clean it?”
“No dungeon. No other slaves. You’re my first.” He played with the hair on the back of my neck, and every part of me stood at attention. Especially my clitoris. It was like I hadn’t masturbated at all.
I closed the laptop. “Cole.”
“Yes?”
“When are we going to…you know?” His elegant fingers stroked my neck, sending tremors through my body. I twisted to face him. “You’re killing me here.”
“Am I?”
“If I die of lust, it’ll be manslaughter.”
“Good luck getting a jury to convict me.” His arms went around me and he nuzzled my neck.
“They’ll convict you.” His lips found my skin and I gasped under the sudden assault. “One look and they’ll know you’re a lady killer.”
He kept kissing my neck, tugging the neckline aside to reveal my shoulder. I sighed and pressed back into him, awash with desire.
“Cole, please.”
“Please, what, Regina?”
“Uh…”
“Use your words.”
“I can’t—”
I pivoted and pressed my mouth on his. He kissed me back, a hand coming up to knot in my hair. His lips were forceful and claiming.
Then he jerked my head back. “Enough,” he said, and stood, leaving me wet and panting.
And bereft.
“Cole?” I stared at his straight back, the rigid line of his shoulders.
“Yes, Regina?”
I blinked back tears. This was more humiliating and painful than all the past twenty-four hours put together. “Do you not want me?”
His reaction was instantaneous. He turned and scooped me into his arms, settling back on the couch. “It’s not that, sweetheart. You’re beautiful.”
“Then why—?” My breath caught as pain sliced through me. “Why would you make me do this, if you won’t have sex with me?” My clit
Goddamn Cole. Who was this man, that he could degrade me so thoroughly, and make me enjoy it?
My only hope for escape was to find some piece of damning information, and blackmail him. There was a locked black box under his bed, and another, smaller one in the mudroom. I was no locksmith, so couldn’t open them to find evidence of his kink. Whips, chains, floggers—even fluffy handcuffs…but there was nothing—besides the naughty maid costume. And I was wearing that, so technically I was the biggest evidence of Cole’s kink.
There was no office, but a black laptop sat on an ottoman. Not standard police issue, so it must be Cole’s personal one. I dusted around it.
His laptop tempted me. Did I really want to see a browser history full of fetish porn?
Answer: yes.
Damn thing had a password.
The front door opened and I scrambled up. How did he drive up so quietly?
He paused on the landing, his gaze sweeping around the house. Somehow, I knew he guessed what I’d been up to.
“Did you have an interesting time while I was away?”
“Yes,” I steeled my shoulders. “You were in the running for most freakishly neat man on the planet, but were disqualified because your spice cabinet isn’t alphabetized.”
“You can do that first thing tomorrow morning.” His gaze settled on his laptop.
I squirmed, realizing I hadn’t put it back where I found it. “I wanted to check my email.”
He raised a brow but said nothing as he stalked to the laptop and typed in the password. His long fingers flew over the keys. He had beautiful hands, graceful and slender. I pretended I hadn’t been staring when he turned the laptop to me.
Mollified by his trust, I went ahead and checked my email. I did snoop once he left the room to change clothes. The browser history was clear—someone had erased it recently—but there was a document saved to the desktop marked “Private.”
I opened and found a list of chores, each assigned to a day.
Cole’s hands settled on my shoulders and I jumped.
“I’d like you to stick to a schedule.”
“‘Kay,” I said, a bit breathless from his close proximity. “Bathroom, kitchen…when am I to dust the dungeon? Or do you have your other slaves clean it?”
“No dungeon. No other slaves. You’re my first.” He played with the hair on the back of my neck, and every part of me stood at attention. Especially my clitoris. It was like I hadn’t masturbated at all.
I closed the laptop. “Cole.”
“Yes?”
“When are we going to…you know?” His elegant fingers stroked my neck, sending tremors through my body. I twisted to face him. “You’re killing me here.”
“Am I?”
“If I die of lust, it’ll be manslaughter.”
“Good luck getting a jury to convict me.” His arms went around me and he nuzzled my neck.
“They’ll convict you.” His lips found my skin and I gasped under the sudden assault. “One look and they’ll know you’re a lady killer.”
He kept kissing my neck, tugging the neckline aside to reveal my shoulder. I sighed and pressed back into him, awash with desire.
“Cole, please.”
“Please, what, Regina?”
“Uh…”
“Use your words.”
“I can’t—”
I pivoted and pressed my mouth on his. He kissed me back, a hand coming up to knot in my hair. His lips were forceful and claiming.
Then he jerked my head back. “Enough,” he said, and stood, leaving me wet and panting.
And bereft.
“Cole?” I stared at his straight back, the rigid line of his shoulders.
“Yes, Regina?”
I blinked back tears. This was more humiliating and painful than all the past twenty-four hours put together. “Do you not want me?”
His reaction was instantaneous. He turned and scooped me into his arms, settling back on the couch. “It’s not that, sweetheart. You’re beautiful.”
“Then why—?” My breath caught as pain sliced through me. “Why would you make me do this, if you won’t have sex with me?” My clit
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