Captured Innocence (CSA Case Files) (21 page)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Connor stood at the sink and rested his hands on the countertop.  He took a deep breath and hung his head, trying to collect his thoughts.  They’d made it back to the apartment and he
’d changed their plans again, sending her into a hot shower as he made dinner.  Cooking the meal gave him extra time to think.  It had been a simple Cuban pork adobo recipe that he’d learned from his father and she’d had all the ingredients. 

They’d enjoyed some light conversation throughout the meal, which was much needed with how intense this weekend had become.  Now
Connor knew why he and Jax kept their play to the club scene…it was brief and no one got attached.  Even with Ashley, he’d only ever played within the club.  They’d fuck like rabbits when they got to her apartment, but at least he’d been able to maintain his distance when he’d left to go back to his own place afterward.  So why when Ashley had upgraded to a wealthier target did it take him by surprise?   

Shaking his head,
Connor ignored that thought and reached for the dishtowel.  Maybe he was having a mid-life crisis a little early.  It was known to happen with men in their thirties.  He hadn’t lied when he told Lauren that giving her this experience was something he wanted, but even that brief scene this morning seemed too intimate.  They’d agreed on a casual relationship, but that didn’t mean he could end it without some sort of explanation.  Who knew how long it would take him to get Lauren out of his system, but by teaching her the ways of the lifestyle it might speed it up.  She was hell on his psyche. 

Wiping his hands dry, he threw the towel back on the counter and turned to face the living room.  He’d sent her into the bedroom to give her time to get into position.  Connor had asked
beforehand if it was all right for him to check her non-designed inventory.  The flush on her face was evident, but he didn’t give away what he was looking for.  Upon her consent, he’d gone into her spare bedroom and found the items he needed.  To his surprise, he even found a tube of lubricant and figured she used the stuff on the zippers of some leather corsets that she ornamented.

The objects Connor had chosen were now waiting for him on the counter.  As he gathered them up and walked toward the bedroom door, he felt more and more like himself.  He just needed to treat this as if they were in a club.  What was about to happen was no more intimate than anything else he’d ever participated in.  Lauren wanted to be given the freedom to enjoy the lifestyle and he was able to give
that to her. 

Crossing the threshold, he was careful to keep the items out of Lauren’s line of vision.  He didn’t look at her right away, but instead walked around the other side of the bed and placed the objects in the chair by the second nightstand.  
Connor reached for the edge of his shirt and pulled it over his head.  Letting it fall to the floor, he listened carefully and could hear her shallow breathing.  Rolling his shoulder to ease the tension, he felt the atmosphere envelope them and knew it was time to push her boundaries.

Turning around to face her, Connor saw that she stood in the middle of the
room, feet shoulder width apart and her hands clasped behind her head.  He walked toward her, noticing her nipples grow harder in direct relation to the nearness of his body.  Her freshly shaved pussy was a sight to see.  He was relatively sure the warm air was lightly brushing against her clit as he could feel the movement of air against his chest.  Her clit was enlarged, although not as swollen as he intended it to be before she gained relief.

“Your hard limits include blood, edge play, water
sports, and scat.” 

Connor
saw her startle at his words as they broke through the ambiance.  He raised his gaze to look at her face.  Her plush lips were parted and her eyes were set on him.  He’d correct that later, but for now he wanted to make sure she understood the basics.  And he really enjoyed seeing the way her eyes changed color when her arousal spiked.  She should be aroused, considering she was practically surrounded by the lifestyle day in and day out, but there was a naiveté about her that was exquisite. 

“Those are good to start with, although I’m sure as I bring up other limits you’ll find that you’ll want additional ones included.  As for your soft limits, I see anal play was written down.  I like that.”

He walked behind her and ran a finger down her spine.  Goosebumps followed and she couldn’t prevent the shudder that shot through her.  Connor was captivated with her responses.  It was almost as if she were truly innocent.

“I’m going to ask you questions and I want truthful answers.”  Connor walked back around to stand in front of her.  Placing a finger underneath her chin, he angled her face up toward his.  “Have you heard of a safeword?”

“Yes, of course I have.”  The irritation of her tone almost made him smile.  “We talked about them earlier.”

“
Then I’d like for you to choose one.”  Connor’s thumb caressed her lower lip.  “If at any point through the rest of our seclusion you feel uncomfortable with what I’m doing, all you have to do is say that word and our play will stop.”

“As in
…finite?” Lauren asked, her brows furrowing. 

He liked that she wanted clearer answers.  It meant she was paying attention.  Connor needed to assure himself that there were no misconceptions.

“No, I mean the scene stops and then we will talk about what is making you uncomfortable.”  Connor dropped his hand. “What is your safeword?”

“Tourmaline
,” Lauren murmured. “It’s a type of gem.”

“And my title?”

He’d noticed that her gaze had snuck over to where he’d placed the items that he’d brought into the bedroom with him, but his question had her green eyes snapping back his way.  They’d darkened to the emerald color he loved so much.  Her quick inhalation gave him the indication that she liked the idea of calling him Master, although she remained quiet.

“It seems we have to go over a few more ground rules,” Connor said, deepening his tone to make her aware that they were within a scene.  From the tremor that shot through her, she was well aware of it.  “You will call me Master
or Sir during a scene.  You will not speak unless asked a direct question.  You are to follow my orders.  It’s that simple.  Do you understand?”

“Yes
,” Lauren replied, her voice soft and low.  “Master.”

Hearing his title come off of her tongue made his cock harden.  Connor saw the pulse in her neck flutter and knew that calling him by that word gave this entire scene the significance it needed.  She’d just hammered the nail into his coffin.

“Good girl,” Connor murmured, closing the distance between them. 

Lauren’s hands were still clasped behind her neck, so he took ahold of her wrists and lowered them.  He kept pulling until he’d connected them together at her lower back.  Reaching up, he gathered her curls up and away from her face.  Taking her hair tie that he’d swiped from the nightstand, he cinched her hair up into a ponytail.  Seeing more of her hair ties on the dresser, he moved away to grab them.  In one swipe, he had two in his grip.

“Hold out your wrists,” Connor ordered, making sure he was looking directly at her when he issued the command. 

Her hesitation was obvious, but he waited patiently. 
Lauren would either comply with this simple request or use her safeword.  He was betting that her comfort and trust in him at this point would win out over her apprehension.  He’d done nothing to cause misgivings.  She slowly brought her hands out in front.  

Without a word, he placed both ties around each of her wrists
, but did not connect them in any way.  Lauren wasn’t aware of it, but that was all he’d do for now in regards to restraint.  Connor looked upon her phobia as that of assembling a gun…with care and precision.  Each piece had a place, and if put together properly, functioned to the best of its ability.  Her first scene, he’d asked that she keep her hands in place.  For this, the feel of something wrapped around her wrists would give the sense of bondage, but no more so than when he’d required it of her this morning.

“To reiterate what I feel should be your discipline…for every command you do not follow, for every word uttered that I have not asked
for…will be added to your spanking before bed.  Now, I want to inspect what you are so freely giving me.  Bend over and grab your ankles.”

* * * *

Lauren felt lightheaded at his command, and for a brief moment believed she’d faint if she followed it.  The butterflies flying in her stomach wanted an escape and she was afraid she’d give them one.  Slowly, she bent over to where she could grab her ankles.  How was it that he hadn’t even touched her, yet she felt as if they’d just had sex for an hour?  A light sheen of perspiration had already broken out over her body and her knees felt like jelly.  Lauren forced herself to lock her knees in place.

“You have a beautiful body,” Connor said, slowly walking around her.  His bare feet came into her line of view and it struck her that they appeared masculine.  The thought made her want to giggle, which was so unlike her.  She wasn’t that type of woman, yet her emotions were running rampant.  “Your crevice is
curved with precision, while your rosebud is perfectly centered and lightly dusted with your red hair.  The things I will show you will fulfill every dark fantasy you’ve ever had, Red.”

Heat infused her body as wicked images flashed through her mind.  Why wasn’t he touching her if he wanted to show her all of these things?  Lauren could feel his heat from inches away and her anus throbbed with the need for contact.  She’d never been introduced to anal play, mostly due to the fact the men she’d been with were vanilla in nature, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to experience it.  Again, why was he not touching her?

“Palms flat on the floor and spread your legs wider,” Connor ordered, not moving from his position.  “I want to see how well you shaved your pussy.  I warn you now, should it not meet my satisfaction, that will only add to your count.”

She was relatively sure that Connor knew his words would produce her pussy to cream.  Lauren felt the moisture seep through her folds as her hands touched the hardwood floor in front of her.  Shifting her feet farther apart, her juices slipped past and coated her inner thighs.

“It pleases me to know that my voice alone can make you aroused,” Connor murmured, surprised her when he slid a finger through her lips.  Spasms rocked her pussy, but he did nothing more.  She heard him hum and knew that he’d tasted her.  “Your flavor is unmistakable.  I can’t seem to get enough, but right now we have other things to do.  I want you to stand, walk over to the bed and situate yourself on the end of the mattress.  You are to place your knees on the edge and keep them separated as wide as you can while your shoulders rest against the comforter.  Your ass will be up in the air and exposed to me, while your arms are to either side of you.”

Lauren took her time to stand, the lightheaded feeling have never fully gone away.  She was having trouble slowing her heart rate and her mouth had gone completely dry.  Did he plan to bind her arms to the mattress?  Was that even possible?  She didn’t have any type of contraption to do that, but then again, she wasn’t sure what the hair ties were to be used for. 
They felt no different to her than when she wore her watch on her left wrist.  He’d placed them on her, so she assumed he had a reason for doing so.

Making her way to the edge of the bed, Lauren tried to see what he’d placed on the chair.  Was that her tube of lubricant that she kept in the spare bedroom for work?  Zippers tended to get stuck and chains managed to become tangled…KY Jelly was a simple solution.  But she knew his intentions would be totally different.  She should be focused on what he had planned for the wrist ties, but her anus was pulsing with what he intended for the lube.

“What were my instructions?” Connor asked, his voice in her right ear.  The warmth of his breath caused her to tilt her head as shivers rolled through her.  “At this rate, we’ll have to toss out counting how many spankings you obtain.  Maybe I
should
integrate them within this scene.  It might help you focus on me instead of what is on that chair.”

Lauren wasn’t sure if she should answer or not, considering
Connor had spoken after his initial question.  Instead, she quickly climbed onto the bed and situated herself the way he required.  The vulnerability of the position wasn’t lost on her.  She gathered up the comforter in her fists for something to hold on to and wished her mental state had something similar.  As it was, she felt as if she were in free-fall.

“I think that is what we shall do, so that after our scene I can hold you and fall asleep peacefully.  Knowing
how we’ll both be satiated, mentally and physically, can be rather exhausting.”  Connor walked over to the chair, but since her cheek was resting on the blanket, she couldn’t see what he’d grabbed.  He walked back and continued until he was behind her.  She resisted the urge to move her hips.  “Have you experienced the pleasure of a butt plug, Red?”

“No,” Lauren
whispered.  The sound of her voice seemed far away as blood rushed through her ears.  She tried to attach his title to the word, but her long pause was evident.  It seemed to give him so much power, yet that was what she wanted.  “Sir.”