Campaign of Desire (CSA Case Files 4) (22 page)

L
ach could appreciate the way the Secret Service agent scoured the area and gauged for any threats. He was thorough and kept in communication with the other members of his team. Her primary, Steve Johanson, kept his distance but Lach had no doubt that he was performing his duties. That wasn’t to say he would ever go to the lengths to protect Phoebe as Lach would, but there was consolation this man had been trained properly. They entered the apartment building, Lach taking lead while the agent was no more than two steps behind Phoebe.

“I can’t believe that you would have the audacity to go to my father,” Phoebe muttered as they all stood in front of the elevator doors. “He’s too busy to worry about when I take a lunch break. And don’t get me started on the fact that it was an innuendo for more.”

He didn’t reply, knowing it would not do either one of them any good at the moment and not willing to discuss their private lives in front a stranger, regardless of why he was there. Lach waited patiently for the elevator doors to slide open, ignoring the glare that Phoebe was giving him.

Taking his cue, for which Lach was grateful, Phoebe didn’t say another word until the agent had thoroughly checked her apartment and they were safely inside. He calmly shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on her coat rack. Leaving her standing there staring at him and waiting for him to say something in his defense, he went into the kitchen and started to pull out makings for a ham sandwich. At least she was smart enough to keep lunchmeat on hand.

“Lach, it was downright embarrassing.” Phoebe had gone around the wall and she was now standing in front of the island, her gloved hands resting on the back of the stool. “I’m over thirty years old and I don’t need my father’s permission to see someone.”

“It’s common courtesy where I come from.” Lach didn’t stop his ministrations and also went about pulling down the two plates they’d need. He located the bread and untwisted the tie. “I won’t have your father finding out that we’re sleeping together through his morning security debrief.”

“I would have told him,” Phoebe declared, finally taking her gloves off and laying them on the counter. She also shed her long dress coat, hanging it over the back of one of the stools. “It just felt…wrong.”

“You baited me.” Lach let those words sink in, not looking up from his task of making their lunch.

“I was kidding around.” Phoebe pulled a stool out and took a seat, setting her hands on the granite. Lach finished making her sandwich and slid the plate over to her. The silence lengthened until she finally broke. “Fine. I goaded you to see how far you could be pushed. Are you happy now?”

Lach went about putting everything away in its proper place before he took up his position on the opposite side of her, finally looking at her. It was apparent that she was apprehensive regarding the relationship they were about to embark on so he used this downtime to ease her worries. What he had planned for after lunch would hopefully alleviate her physical ones as well.

“Honesty will always please me.” Lach made sure he had her attention. “What we do in the bedroom stays in the bedroom. I won’t mislead you and say that my need for control sometimes carries over outside of said activities, but I respect your independence. It makes you who you are. The carnal undertakings that we will be involved in mandates that you be at your physical peak. I’ll show you why after we eat.”

Phoebe lifted one side of her pink lips as if she were mulling over what he said. She picked up her sandwich and took a bite, never once looking away from him. Looking back over their time together, Lach was grateful that he’d been given the chance to observe her in her everyday environment. She had tells that would enable him to make sure she received the utmost pleasure during the creatively detailed scenes that he’d crafted in his mind.

The remainder of their lunch was eaten in silence, although Lach caught sight of the darkening in Phoebe’s blue eyes. They both felt the intense chemistry between them and he took pleasure in the fact that it would only grow over time. He took her plate and set it with his in the sink before washing his hands. Taking the towel and drying the water from his fingers, he looked over at her and waited until he had her full attention.

“Are you ready to head back to campaign headquarters?” Lach placed the dishtowel alongside the sink, waiting to see how she’d react to his question. “I’m sure with your father traveling again this afternoon, you’ll be needed. I overheard Paul saying he and a few other of the paid employees were on the move as well.”

“I was rather hoping that we could take an extra hour,” Phoebe said, her independent nature shining through as she maneuvered herself off of the stool and came around the island. He wouldn’t change a thing about her but he would certainly use her eagerness to his benefit. “Do you have to be at the office any time soon?”

“An hour wouldn’t give us enough time.” Lach studied Phoebe as her smile started to fade and he knew he’d carry out his original plan. It would be her first introduction to his predilection. “Are you wearing panties?”

“What?” Phoebe’s question was asked on her quick inhalation, but his inquiry certainly got her attention. “Of course I am.”

Lach gradually looked down her body, taking in the fact that she was once again sporting those sky-high leather boots that she liked when wearing sweater dresses. This knitted fabric was black with a beige belt wrapped around her waist and coming just to her knee, which happened to be bare. His first instruction would be easy.

“Take them off.”

“Why?”

“The proper answer is
yes, Sir
.”

Phoebe let out a laugh, although it faded quickly when she saw that Lach didn’t break into a returning smile. To make sure she understood just how serious he was, he took two steps back and leaned himself against the refrigerator, crossing his arms.

“I’m waiting.”

Phoebe must have stood there a good long minute contemplating his behavior. Whatever conclusion she finally came to had her slowly pulling up the sweater dress until her fingers were able to hook into the side of her French cut bikini panties. Lach instantly saw that she kept herself bare, which was his exact preference. It looked professionally done, but his thoughts were distracted when he saw the slight tremor in her hand. Her lips parted as she stepped out of the black panties fringed with white lace around the edges.

“I’ll take them, please.” Lach held out his hand and waited for her to place the silk item in his palm. She did as he asked, never taking her eyes off of his. Knowing she was watching him, he purposefully put them in his front pocket. “Before we continue on with satisfying my need for something sweet, you must choose a safeword. I’m sure you know what that is?”

“Of course, I do,” Phoebe answered a little breathlessly, her chin tilting up just a fraction. “The women at the clubs were given colors. Red to stop and yellow to slow down. But those were women who were in positions where they really needed that. Do we?”

“No matter what the level of play is, a submissive should always have a safeword.” Lach noticed that Phoebe lowered her dress a fraction. “Did I tell you that you could cover yourself?”

“Lach, this feels ridiculous.” Phoebe pushed the fabric down and placed her hands on her hips. “Maybe if we were in a club setting, following whatever protocol the people had in place, I could see having this scene. But we’re in the middle of my kitchen.”

“Did you not say last night that you were willing to submit?”

“Yes, but this—”

“You’ve gone to the extent of visiting clubs in person, regardless that you didn’t play. You stated you understood that this isn’t something that I just amuse myself with…it’s who I am. From this moment on, you’ll refer to me as Sir and you’ll use
red
as a safeword should at any time you want this to end. Am I clear?”

Phoebe’s disbelief and humor that he would instigate a scene in her kitchen quickly evaporated. The pace of her breathing quickened and she slowly lowered her arms to where her fingers grasped onto the fabric. He understood that the first time a submissive uttered a Dom’s title was alarming, yet in that designation was a freedom in which they’d never experienced. He was honored to be standing in front of Phoebe as she took that step.

“Yes…Sir.”

Phoebe’s hesitation was evident, but Lach could see the darkening of her blue eyes to the extent that they shimmered like sapphires. He waited a beat to see if she’d say or do anything else, but she stood there waiting for his next directive. He felt a rush of blood enter his cock, but knew that he wouldn’t see any relief this afternoon. This moment wasn’t about release so much as it was in setting the guidelines to this latest detour in their relationship.

“Pull your dress back up over your hips and spread your legs.” Lach waited patiently for Phoebe to follow this new order and when she did, he saw a small glimmer of sunlight reflect off of her inner thigh indicating her arousal. “Situate yourself on the end of the counter, keeping your legs properly separated. I want to explore the body that you’ve just given me.”

Phoebe’s motions weren’t as graceful as they usually were when she moved her body and that only fueled his desire higher. Her desire was rising and she was reacting just as he’d hoped. He couldn’t wait until later this evening when he had her show him each and every corset she owned, having her dress and stand before him. When she was finally on the countertop having used the stools for leverage, he pushed himself off of the fridge and made his way around to the end where her beautifully exposed body awaited him.

“Have you looked at yourself with a mirror?” Lach wondered aloud, not waiting for an answer as he used one finger to trail down the side of her pink labia. It was a shade darker than her lipstick, but he wanted to taste it just the same if not more so. “Your pussy looks like petals, with a morning dew like a glistening liquid just waiting for me to indulge.”

“Lach, I—” Phoebe broke off, her surprise evident. Lach wasn’t sure if it was because he touched her or the fact that he described her pussy in such detail. “I’m on my counter.”

“Sir. You seem to have trouble remembering my title.” Lach had been in the lifestyle a very, very long time and knew the quickest way to overcome such forgetfulness. He had enough time to do just that. “Keep your legs spread or this scene will end and I will bring my bag of toys tonight to do it for you.”

“Oh, my God,” Phoebe murmured, her head thumping on the granite as she wrapped her fingers around either side of the counter. “Yes, Sir.”

His title this one time wasn’t good enough, so Lach set out to make sure forgetting his designation wouldn’t be an issue in the future. She’d set her boots on the corners, the heels holding onto the hard surface with just their edge. The width of the counter was enough that he could access her without concern and also enjoy the look of black leather against her fair skin.

Lach placed both index fingers on either side of her clit and slowly pulled her folds apart, revealing her entrance and the nectar that pooled there. He ignored the involuntary contracting of her opening and instead focused on the swollen tissue above it. Her clitoris was lighter in color, but it wouldn’t be that way for long. Her blood continued to pump into her sensitive tissue with her quickening pulse.

“Ask me to lick your clit.”

“For crying out loud, just—” Lach released her, allowing her pussy to close. She groaned in frustration. “Fine! Sir, please lick my clit.”

“Much better.” Lach slowly opened Phoebe once more to reveal her entrance, making sure she knew that she was technically in control with regards to how fast she received an orgasm. She probably wouldn’t be too happy with the outcome of this afternoon’s scene, but she would damn well be ready tonight and his title would be flowing off of her tongue as if it belonged there. “Now, ask me like you mean it and put emphasis on that title so you won’t forget.”

“
Sir
, please lick my clit.”

Phoebe’s need was rising and so was the pressure on her clitoris. Flattening his tongue, he gathered her juices first and then proceeded to run his tongue directly over her most sensitive nerves. She cried out, but never once moved her legs more than a tremor. He could see her knuckles whitening as he traced her nub. He pulled back slightly, blowing air on the overheated flesh.

“Ask me nicely to suckle you and again, I want to hear my title clearly.”

“Oh my…
Sir
, please suck on my clit, please.”

Lach knew she was now in the moment, but it wasn’t enough. He did as she asked though, as was his intention. Phoebe emitted the most adorable little mewing sound he’d ever heard that could only be described as dainty. He looked forward to the day when it turned into a growl. He closed his lips around her now very swollen nub and sucked gently, paying attention to the signs her body was producing. The inside of her thighs were trembling just a little more than before and her back was arching off of the counter. Every now and then he would run his rough tongue over her clit after having captured it between his teeth. When her cries became rushed together and her muscles tightened, he pulled his mouth away.