Red Handed (20 page)

He covered her lips with two of his fingers. “You're not my dirty little secret. I want everyone to know. For as long as you are here, you belong to me and no one else. No hands-on training for you unless I'm present.”

She thought about arguing with him, but it wasn't worth it. She didn't want to play with anyone other than Cole, even if it was pretend. Besides, she really didn't need to learn much more, as she wouldn't be in the lifestyle once she got her stepmother home safe.

His hand covered the mouse, and he clicked on the screen, bringing up dozens of pictures. Most of them were limited to a single body part. Similar to the ones on the dungeon wall, they were in black and white with a pop of color. But instead of coloring an object such as a flogger, he'd used the wax. The mounds of her breasts were tipped with nipples the color of raspberries. The folds of her sex—her labia, her vulva, even the pearl of her clitoris—were colored pink and looked like the petals of a rose. He'd performed magic, turning her body into a work of art.

“Wow. The pictures are amazing, Cole. I can't believe how incredible my pussy looks.” She didn't understand why reviewing pictures of her most intimate body parts didn't embarrass her but speaking about them did. Squirming on his lap, she flushed and felt her cheeks turn red. She buried her face in the crook of his neck.

“I love when you talk dirty.” His hand caressed her inner thigh, and he nipped her earlobe. “There's more. Check the screen.”

She angled her head toward the computer. These photos were different. They were still done in black and white, but they were full body shots. The curvy model was clearly in the throes of climax, her torso arched and her head thrown back in abandon. Cole had left her lips in color in addition to the wax. They were red, as if they'd been thoroughly ravaged by her lover. Each picture was a testament to the model's beauty.

“That's not me,” she said, confused.

“It is.”

She leaned into the screen to study them. The model wasn't fat. Sure, she wasn't skin and bones, but her heavy breasts, rounded stomach, and wide hips were soft and inviting. “You must have altered these images.”

“The only thing I did was adjust the photos to black and white. The rest is you.” He buried his fingers in her hair, cradling her scalp, and turned her to face him. “Has anyone at Benediction said anything about your weight or made you feel anything less than beautiful?”

She thought back to the last few days. “No.”

His hand slipped down to cup her cheek. “The only one who doesn't believe you're beautiful is you. Yes, this club caters to the wealthy, and that means an unusually high amount of bodies manipulated through plastic surgery, but is everyone thin? Is everyone good-looking? No, of course not.” He rested his temple against hers. “But you won't find judgment here, Danielle. Only acceptance. I won't allow you to leave your training without at least helping you find acceptance of yourself.”

Her throat tightened. For so long, she'd blamed others for her low self-esteem, but Cole was right. The only opinion that mattered was her own. He'd started her on the journey of discovering who she really was, removing the barriers she'd created to protect herself. Even when she left here, she would always cherish being part of a community that had accepted her in every way.

She kissed his cheek. “And I won't leave without doing the same for you.”

“I accepted who I am a long time ago.”

She echoed her sentiments from last night, hoping it wouldn't anger him again. “Resigning yourself to a life without love isn't acceptance. It's fear.”

He brushed his lips over hers. “I'm going to teach you how to embrace your exhibitionist nature.”

She glided her tongue across his bottom lip. “And I'm going to teach you how to be a voyeur without your sight.”

He gripped her nape and pushed her mouth against his, leisurely tasting and sampling. “It sounds as though we've both got a lot of work to do. Are you sure you're up to it?”

She rocked back and forth on his lap. “Oh, I'm definitely up to it, and from what I feel poking into me, so are you.”

He jutted his chin toward the screen. “I haven't decided which one to frame for the dungeon. The rest I'm going to hang on the walls of my bedroom, so even when you're not there, I can masturbate to the image of your pink pussy.”

Her breathing stuttered. “Do you do that a lot?”

“Since you've been here?” His lips curved upward. “Constantly. I'm going to need to see a doctor for carpal tunnel.”

Growing wetter by the second, she wanted to play. “Not anymore. Now you can have my pussy whenever you want, Master.” His cock twitched under her ass. “But maybe you could masturbate one last time. For me.”

He raised a brow. “You want to see how I touch myself when I think of you?”

More than anything. “Yes, please.”

He lifted her off his lap. “Sit on my desk.” She situated herself in front of him, the smooth wood cool under her hot skin. Leaning forward, he slid his hands between her thighs and pushed them open. “Keep them spread.” He inhaled and groaned. “God, you smell so good.”

He fell back into his seat and unzipped his pants. Now free from confinement, his cock sprung forth, a bead of semen already pooled at the tip. His gaze remained on her pussy as he swiped his thumb over his glans and drew the moisture around his cockhead in a circular motion before gripping his shaft in his fist and sliding his hand up to the corona, then down to his heavy sac and back up again, pulling the satiny skin tight enough for her to see the bulging veins.

She licked her lips. “I fantasized about you doing that when I masturbated in the ladies' lounge.”

He worked his shaft roughly and hissed through his teeth. “You have no idea what that did to me. I was as hard as a rock, and it took every ounce of resistance, but since I was inside the screening room with two of the dungeon monitors, I had to keep my pants zipped. When you slammed into me as you came out of the lounge, I thought I'd lose it and take you then and there against the wall. After you left, it took two pumps before I came all over my hand.”

She would've never believed she could have such power over a man like Cole DeMarco. It was a heady feeling to be wanted that badly. With a surprising desperation, she wanted to take his cock in her mouth. “Forgive me if it's not my place to ask, but may I finish you off, Master?”

His hand stilled. “I don't think I'll last very long, but by all means, be my guest.”

She slid off the desk and fell to her knees in front of him. He squeezed his shaft up to the bulbous head, bringing forth a few more drops of his essence.

He pushed his cock toward her lips. “Lick it.”

Her tongue gathered the moisture and curled back into her mouth. His semen was a combination of bitter and salty, like a shot of tequila followed by the lime and salt.

She licked her way around the head, then dragged her tongue down his length, noting the differences of textures and flavors of his dark skin.

When she made her way back to the top, Cole set his hand on her head and gently pressed. “Now suck it in.” She hallowed her cheeks as she brought him into her mouth as far as she comfortably could. She didn't have much experience, but judging by his accelerated breathing and the groans flying out of his mouth, he liked what she was doing. “Fuck me, that's good.” Using the hand on her head, he pushed her up and down on his cock. “I'll set the pace, and you follow. Don't stop.”

For a few minutes, Danielle was lost in a world that was solely about providing pleasure to one man. She closed her eyes and sunk into the experience, dragging her tongue over his bulging veins and the notch under the cockhead and squeezing his length with the suction of her mouth.

“Beautiful sight, isn't she?”

Cole's voice brought her out of the seductive trance, and she opened her eyes. Logan stood to the side of the desk, watching her work Cole's cock. She suddenly became aware her skirt remained around her hips, giving Logan a full view of her pussy and ass. She should've been embarrassed. She should've stopped blowing Cole and yanked her skirt down to cover herself. Instead, Logan's presence made her feel hot and tingly all over, especially between her legs.

Cole didn't stop pushing her down on his cock, a silent reminder he was in control. He wanted her to continue fucking him with her mouth, knowing full well this public display was feeding the exhibitionist in her. Cole's cock swelled in her mouth, a subtle pulsing by his veins alerting her he was close to completion.

He bobbed her head harder as if he was losing control, and she fought not to gag, relaxing the muscles of her throat and breathing through her nose. “I'm going to come, and you're going to take it all, because it belongs to you.” His cock jerked, and he groaned, filling her mouth with his warm release. She swallowed him down, and when he lifted his hand from her head, she released him from her mouth and peered up at him.

“You're a very lucky man, Cole,” Logan said. “I've got that file for you. I'll leave it for you in the screening room, and then I'm going to review the tapes like you asked. Let me know if you require anything else.” Logan disappeared behind the bookcase.

Cole grinned. “You liked getting caught, didn't you?” He dragged her up by her arms and pushed her back to his desk, which she settled on top of. “I bet you're dripping for me.”

Before she could respond, he slid two fingers inside her and began steadily pumping. He added a third and twisted his hand, his thumb circling her clitoris. She gripped the edge of the desk, her body bowing and moving with the force of his hand.

“That's it. Ride my hand,” he crooned. “Let me hear how good it feels. Let everyone hear it. I want them to know what I do to you.”

His fingers tapped the magic spot inside her, flicking it and pressing it while continuing a thrusting motion. Her pussy trembled as he ignited sparks deep inside. She wanted to come, but she didn't want the feeling to end. Everything centered deep inside her pussy. Her muscles quivered, coiling tighter, and heat gathered low in her belly.

The tension snapped, and her climax unwound like a spool of thread, her vaginal muscles spasming around Cole's fingers and her arousal dripping down his wrist. He wrung out every last tremor before he removed his hand and licked her juices off each finger, one by one, closing his eyes as if savoring every last drop.

She jumped off the desk and shimmied her skirt down to cover herself. With the orgasms out of the way, her thoughts turned to her main mission in being here. “Where did Logan go?”

“Screening room. Only a few of us can access it, mainly dungeon monitors and myself, but Logan's got some skills that have become necessary this past month.”

“Computer skills?”

He cocked his head. “Yes, how did you know?”

“From my talk with Logan last night before you and me . . . you know . . . in the gallery.” Seriously, they'd just gotten each other off, and
this
made her blush.

“Before we fucked?” He smiled, clearly amused. “Let me hear you say it.”

She held his gaze. “Before we fucked.”

“That sounds deliciously dirty coming from your mouth.” He stood. “Would you like to see it?”

Her heart slammed in her chest, making her dizzy. “Your screening room? Yes.”

He went over to his bookcase and pressed on the side panel, and the piece popped open to display a keypad. After entering the password, he swung the entire bookcase out toward his office and ushered her into the screening room, stepping right behind her.

The door automatically closed with a
whoosh
. It wasn't a very large space, no larger than twelve by ten, but almost every inch of the walls was covered by a screen. On the left side of the room, a long table lined the wall, with three plastic chairs in front and three laptops laid out with a wall of monitors behind it. She counted up and across, counting twenty screens, each divided into two to four different shots of the same room. Since it was daytime, most of the rooms were empty, but she caught sight of the class being taught by Mistress Casey and noticed Gracie in the gallery, cleaning up the mess Cole had made from his meltdown.

“Logan,” Cole said, announcing their presence.

Logan looked up from where he sat on the other side of the room at a desk that looked similar to the one in Cole's office, but on a smaller scale. A desktop computer sat on top, and a three-drawer filing cabinet fit between the desk and the wall.

She trembled, knowing how close she was to his private residence. If he'd allowed her in here, he was beginning to trust her. Would he finally break his rule and bring her upstairs to his bed?

Scanning the monitors, she was able to view the upstairs fantasy rooms. She whistled low. Gracie had been right. This room was a voyeur's wet dream. “Can you see all the rooms at once?”

“We can,” Cole said, taking her hand. “It still isn't enough to cover all the different camera angles, so they rotate every thirty seconds.”

Straight ahead was the staircase. “And what's up there?”

He squeezed her hand. “That takes you to my private residence.”

She played with her locket. “So that's how you get there. Can I see it?”

When Cole flinched, she realized that even after they'd spent most of the night together, nothing had changed. Silly how that hurt even though her real reason for wanting to go upstairs was to find the box.

Logan coughed. “Cole, I hate to interrupt, but I need to discuss some information I discovered.”

Cole grew somber. “Let me walk her out, and I'll be back.” He placed his hand on the bottom of her spine, steering her back into his office and the door.

The reality of the situation crashed into her. He'd never invite her upstairs. She had no choice but to slip him the pills while they were in the club. She'd do it tonight.