Campaign of Desire (CSA Case Files 4) (25 page)

When Lach went about adding what she assumed was the same cream to her clit, Phoebe’s moans were due to the pressure of the responsive tissue. It felt so good to have him rub her there that she completely forgot about the cream. When Lach finally stepped away, she heard the swish of his denim fade, as he must have walked away. She strained once again to hear where he’d gone and what he was doing.

“Sir?” Phoebe didn’t know why she’d said his title, except that she started to feel a tingling sensation on her left breast. It wasn’t long after that she felt the same response in her right. It felt absolutely wonderful, as if little tiny electrodes were sending signals into what was surely now pink and swelling tissue. “That feels good, Sir.”

“Umm-hmm,” Lach hummed over what sounded like a cord being unraveled. “Tell me, Phoebe, where do you keep your vibrators? I can’t imagine a sensual woman like yourself wouldn’t have one or two on hand.”

Phoebe tried reaching for her breast when the tingling started to overwhelm her nipples. They needed to be touched and it was only when her wrists pulled against the restraints that she understood she was at his mercy. Surely he wouldn’t leave her like this for long. She inhaled deeply, hoping that would help ease the intensity of what she was feeling, but it only seemed to exaggerate the now fiery sensation.

“Sir, I—” Phoebe broke off when her clit began to amplify what her nipples were feeling. She went to close her legs to obtain relief, but her ankles immediately stopped against the cuffs and elicited a deep-seated groan. “You need to touch me, Sir.”

“You said you wanted pleasure. That’s what I’m giving you.” Phoebe heard him plug something into the electrical socket over the blood rushing through her ears. Having her sight taken away only amplified her senses and she was starting to understand the difference between pleasure and all-consuming decadence. “I’ll ask again, where are your vibrators?”

“Top drawer on my left nightstand.” Phoebe exhaled the words, now in complete need to have him touch anything on her body. “Sir, please touch me.”

“Ah, a somewhat small sized vibrator with a clitoral stimulator attached,” Lach stated, after he’d apparently opened her bedside drawer. She whimpered at the thought of him looking at her vibrator. What she’d give to have it inside of her right now. “Have you ever experienced a Hitachi magic wand?”

“No, but Sir, please touch me. I can’t stand this anymore.”

“Pleasure is what you asked for.” Lach must have moved from her side, because his voice came from the end of the bed. She forced herself to concentrate over the unbearable need she was experiencing. He was taking off his clothes and she couldn’t have been more pleased to hear them hitting the floor. “I’m going to pleasure you, Phoebe, until you beg me to finally take control of this situation and give you what you really need.”

All Phoebe needed was for him to touch her and finally give her the orgasm she’s waited on all year. While they had an interlude in Iraq, it wasn’t nearly enough. That’s why this cream was affecting her this way. Had Lach allowed her to have relief earlier today, she wouldn’t be this tangled mess of need now. Finally, finally, she felt the mattress weigh down under his large frame and felt him position himself between her legs. This was it. He was finally going to give her the release she needed.

“You may come as many times as you like, although I have a feeling you’ll find that harder to manage than you think.” Lach turned on the Hitachi and she mentally called up the image of the device with a large ball on the end. She could have wept with relief that he was going to place it on her pussy. “Feel, Phoebe.”

Phoebe screamed aloud when Lach placed the powerful vibrator on her clit, but it wasn’t long enough as he dragged it down to her opening and then back up again. She struggled against her binding, needing him to keep the apparatus directly on her clitoris. The pleasure rolled over her in waves as she struggled to form words.

“S-sir, m-more please.”

Phoebe tried her best to move her hips as Lach refocused what she was coming to think of as a torture device once more. Her entire lower half felt as if it were about to explode, yet she knew that she couldn’t come without harder contact. He was barely brushing over her clit and she could now feel his fingers grazing her nipple. It seemed to create a current and she felt like she was suffocating.

“Sir, please.”

“I’m giving you pleasure.”

“Not enough,” Phoebe screamed, pulling on restraints. “Sir, I need more.”

“Then I will give you more.” Lach shifted and when Phoebe felt his finger enter her pussy, she would have sworn her eyes rolled toward the back of her head. Her sheath contracted, yet she was so wet that his finger easily slid back out. “Did that help?”

“No, Sir,” Phoebe said, whimpering and not in the least bit embarrassed by it. She was beyond that point and if he didn’t do something soon, she wasn’t so sure she wouldn’t die from being denied more. “More, more, more.”

The Hitachi rose higher and Phoebe held her breath as it descended over her clit. The strong vibrations finally settled onto her engorged flesh but it wasn’t enough and she felt a sob rise in her chest. She tried to breathe but couldn’t get enough oxygen. When his thumb stroked one of her nipples, she broke.

“Lach, do something!”

Everything stopped, yet nothing was motionless—not the air around her, not the blood streaming through her body, not the electricity in the air, and certainly not the throbbing that steadily pulsed within her clit and nipples. Shock seemed to have invaded every pore and her brain struggled to dissect what had happened.

“Sir? I didn’t—”

“Who is your Dominant, Phoebe?”

“You are, Sir,” Phoebe whispered, lowering her body back down onto the mattress. “I need something, anything, but I don’t know what it is.”

“Is it pleasure?”

And therein lay the question. A half an hour ago, Phoebe would have emphatically said yes. Now she wasn’t so sure and she was confused on how to answer. If she said yes, would he finally give her the orgasm she desired? Would she even be able to since it was clear her body was overstimulated to the point of having missed the opportunity? Was that even possible?

“I don’t know what I need, Sir.”

“Do you trust me to know?” Lach turned off the Hitachi, and though she wanted to protest, remained silent yet hopeful. “Do you trust me to give you what you need?”

That was the moment where everything changed. The prior stillness that had hung in the air returned, as if something more waited to hear Phoebe answer. She had no doubt as to how she would respond and felt something deep within her stir at giving up complete control of her body. Day after day of being a woman who had all of the answers and made all of the decisions could finally be left behind.

“Yes, Sir.”

Within seconds, Phoebe felt something cool being placed on her left nipple. When Lach released what she conclusively figured out was a clamp, the sharp sting cut through her yearning. Arching her back to see if that would relieve the burn, she didn’t have time to react when he’d clamped her other nipple. Her upper body felt as if it were on fire, yet something stirred below and amazingly, her hunger returned with a vengeance.

“Yesssss.” Phoebe saw a burst of light behind the blindfold. “Yessss.”

The sound of a condom wrapper being torn broadcasted around the room, and although Phoebe’s legs were already spread she tried to widen them more. She wanted him, needed him, to take her with savagery. Feeling him shift on the mattress while simultaneously hearing the Hitachi being turned back on, there was nothing Phoebe could do to prepare herself for what was about to happen.

“I will give you what you need.” Slower than she could have thought possible, Lach eased his cock inside of her until she thought she couldn’t take any more of him. Stretching her to the point of hurting, he instantly took what she was feeling to another level by placing the Hitachi directly on her clit. Pleasure mingled with pain and when she arched her back once more, the clamps shifted on her nipples, adding to the overwhelming sensations. “Take what I give you.”

Phoebe had already given over her soul, so she would gladly take whatever he gave her. As Lach drove his cock into her over and over, waves of her release crashed over her. The Hitachi kept the tidal waves crashing over her and it wasn’t long until the lights she’d seen earlier started exploding into a Fourth of July fireworks show. An odd warmth spread around her pussy, and although it felt as if she had to go to the bathroom, she knew that wasn’t the case. Unfortunately, she had no oxygen within her lungs to tell him something was wrong.

“That’s right, Phoebe. Come for me again.”

Again? Phoebe had never stopped coming and she finally deciphered that long drawn out guttural sound was actually coming from her. Surge after surge, contractions wracked her body and with each jerk of her arms, the nipple clamps only added to the pleasure. Was it pleasure? She didn’t know and she didn’t care. The Hitachi felt as if it had become a part of her while Lach’s cock seemed to go deeper and deeper inside of her, penetrating her very core. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

“Phoebe?” She turned her head, hearing her name. Lach’s voice was soothing and she didn’t want this to end. “Open those blue eyes for me. Let me look at those beautiful sapphires.”

Phoebe tried to do as Lach asked, though it was a struggle to lift her lashes. He was lying beside her with a look of concern on his face. His full lips garnered her attention and she wished that he would kiss her. It was such an inane thought, yet it jolted her to reality. Why wasn’t she still bound to the bed?

“Sir?” Lach slowly smiled and his dark eyes sparkled. Phoebe reached up and stroked his cheek, liking this relaxed and content side of him. “How did you get me unbound so fast?”

“It wasn’t that fast, and I must say you took to subspace like no one I’ve ever seen before.” Lach turned ever so slightly and when he faced her again had a bottle of water in his hand. “Drink and then I’ll clean you up.”

“I can do it,” Phoebe protested, although she did take a sip of water. She ended up drinking more because the cool liquid was so refreshing. Her bones felt as if they’d melted into the mattress, but something was nagging her. “Did you…”

“Yes, my socialite, I did.” Lach finally stood from the bed and Phoebe was able to see him in all his glory. His biceps were bigger than her thighs, which said a lot in her mind. The contour of his chest made his flesh appear as if he were made of marble, while his washboard abs had the most flawless V that led into his groin area. There was a scar that happened to be on the right side of his chest, but what really grabbed her attention was that he must have gotten rid of his condom, as his cock stood at the ready in its entire splendor. His answer that he obtained his release didn’t make sense. “This is what you do to me.”

Phoebe’s face flushed and she found that he had that way about him to get her to do it often. She wasn’t prone to being embarrassed, yet he flustered her in a way no other man had. He was quite full of being her first in a lot of things.

“That was, well, I don’t have words for what just happened.” Phoebe felt a shiver come over her that had nothing to do with desire and everything to do with being cold. She pulled the blanket that he’d obviously covered her with up to her chin, but slight tremors still took over. She noticed that the clamps had been removed and that there was a wet spot in the middle of the bed, which caused her to shift ever so slightly to the side. “I’ve never reacted that way before.”

“For your first scene, as I said, you took to it stunningly well.” Lach walked into the bathroom and returned with a brown washcloth in his hand. He walked toward her like he was fully clothed instead of completely naked and thoroughly breathtaking. “I think we’ve proved that a little pain mixed with pleasure is better than pleasure alone. And I must say, hearing my title fall from your lips when you first opened your eyes was more of a gift than you could imagine.”

Phoebe felt her nipples harden and astonishingly her clit, which she thought would have lost all feeling after having been kept under such an intense vibrator. Much to her chagrin, he pulled back the covers and tenderly washed the juices from her inner thighs with the hot moist washcloth. It didn’t take long before he was lying beside her and pulling her close to him. She rested her head on his chest, which was sprinkled lightly with coarse dark hair. Hearing his heartbeat assured her that this moment was real. She couldn’t prevent her fingers from tracing over the damaged tissue.

“What happened?”

“GSW—gunshot wound.”

Phoebe was so shocked by his answer that she tried to rise up on her elbow, but Lach’s embrace was too tight. A gunshot wound? The tissue was still slightly pink, although barely, which gave her the indication that the injury happened a while ago. Seeing as they had already been as intimate as two people could get, she didn’t see the issue with asking about it.

“Was this when you were with the FBI?”

“No.”

Phoebe started to feel a stirring of anger at his clipped answers. She’d already figured out that Lach spoke like that when he wanted someone to follow instructions or keep something locked away inside of him. She’d experienced that first hand in Iraq. She pushed a little harder.

“Did it occur when you were on duty for CSA?” Phoebe asked, continuing to trace the scar tissue and trying not to think that had it been closer to his heart, this time together wouldn’t have happened. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice it when we were in Iraq.”

“It happened before Iraq, although the position I had you in at the time didn’t quite give you a view of my chest,” Lach replied, humor in his words. She relaxed a little with his attitude and admitted she might have taken offences by his one-word responses quicker than was reasonable. “I was actually protecting Lauren, Connor’s fiancée. She’d gotten herself mixed up with a case of his and someone tried to take her out. I stopped him.”

As Phoebe continued to run her hand over his chest and every once in a while rub her fingers over his scar, she tried to come to terms with the reality of the dangers that came along with his job. She’d seen it firsthand, yet it had never really connected like it did now. Time was precious and she didn’t want to waste a single minute anymore. Tonight was the night where she finally took control of her fate and decided which direction she wanted to go in.