Read Captured Innocence (CSA Case Files) Online
Authors: Kennedy Layne
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Lauren had lost her mind. There was no explanation for why she was taunting Connor into dominating her when she should be showing him the door. What right did he have to think he could play, even in the line of duty, and expect her to be okay with that? Something had come over her, some type of confidence she hadn’t been aware she had, but she would give him a choice. Either he stayed and saw firsthand that she could do a scene at the club or he could walk away. Connor didn’t need to know that she’d be crushed if he chose that latter.
“Damn you,” Connor uttered, doing what she’d been hoping for. He brought his hands up to frame her face and claimed her lips. Only this wasn’t like the other time
and Lauren realized she’d unleashed something inside of him. There was nothing left of her that was hidden by the time he was done. “Undress.”
Connor tore away from her, leaving her standing a few feet from the kitchen. He strode past the living room and opened the door to her spare bedroom. Lauren’s heart palp
itated, knowing that he could only be going in there for one thing. Restraints. She’d provoked him, but was she truly ready for this?
Lauren quickly removed her clothes and waited for him to return. Her nipples were hard, but she knew it wasn’t from the air as it brushed against the sensitive tissue. Her body had been responding to him since he’d walked up to her at the club. She caught sight of movement and saw Connor walking back through her apartment. What she saw in his hands had a tremor
course up her spine.
He didn’t stop until he was right in front of her
, and even then slowly continued to walk forward. Lauren had no choice but to back up. Within five steps, her ass hit the kitchen table. She searched his eyes for reassurance and all she saw was blue fire.
“Give me your wrists,
Red,” Connor murmured, his dominant tone making her realize that this was it. She’d pushed and pushed until she got what she wanted. But could she handle it? “Now.”
With her heart ready to beat out of her chest, Lauren
slowly raised her fists in front of her. She was glad her fingers were curled into her palms, for this way he wouldn’t see them trembling. Despite the intensity coming from his body, Connor gently took ahold of one wrist and wrapped one of her generic white cuffs around her skin. A light perspiration broke out over her flesh and the weight instigated immediate anxiety.
“Look at me,” Connor ordered. She hadn’t realized she’d been watching
his hands lock the cuff into place. Dragging her eyes away, she met his gaze. “Breathe.”
She saw him wait for her to do as he commanded, but it took a moment. Memories of her time in the well resurfaced, as well as when Phil had tied her hands to the bed. Lauren exhaled but had trouble dragging in air.
It felt as if her lungs had been encased in cement. She might have pushed for this too soon. What the hell had she been thinking?
“Did you not hear me, Lauren?”
“Y-yes,” Lauren replied, using the last of her oxygen.
“Yes what? It would seem like last weekend never happened.” A spark of anger ignited and Lauren felt her lungs expand. Did he not realize how hard this was for her? Connor leaned in close, until they were eye level. “I asked you what my title was
.”
“Master,” Lauren said, a bite to her tone.
His face was so close that she hadn’t seen his right hand come up to her breast until she felt his fingers enclose around her nipple. He pinched slightly, causing her to gasp. When Connor started to roll the hardened pebble, she let out her air with a moan.
“Good girl,” Connor murmured, straightening. “Other wrist.”
Lauren’s arm involuntarily rose, offering him her other wrist. What the hell had just happened? He’d gotten her so caught up in his spell that her anxiety had diminished. As the other cuff was placed around her wrist, her apprehension returned in full force.
“Do you see this?” Connor asked,
and pulled something from behind him that must have been in his back pocket.
“What…wait,” Lauren said, reaching for the paddle.
A little bit of reality returned. “Put it back. This is for a client. He wanted diamonds put in around the edges for an extra bite.”
“
What a good idea. I might have you do that later, but whoever the client is will have to wait for another one to be ordered. This paddle will be used this evening. It seems to me that you’re forgetting your place.”
Lauren instantly knew what he was referring to. She’d not used his title
and technically had mentally exited the scene, but couldn’t he see she was dealing with a lot right now? Looking down at her wrists, she caught a glimpse of something hanging from her left one. It was a locking mechanism to latch them together. Her vision tunneled.
“Turn around and face the table.”
Lauren’s body acted on its own accord, but she didn’t lower her hands. Instead, she kept them in front of her almost as a barrier. Only when her back was toward Connor did he close the distance until she felt his body against hers. He slowly laid the paddle on the table.
“I want you to lower your hands.”
Lauren shook her head, drawing her forearms tighter against her chest. She’d been wrong. She couldn’t do this. The cuffs felt like they were burning her skin. She gasped when she felt his right arm curl around her. His fingers sought her clit and she released another moan when they made contact with the sensitive nub. In a circular motion, he massaged the engorged flesh, causing her arms to lower as she gripped his hand against the pleasure he was creating. It was in too direct contrast to the panic that was setting in.
“Good girl.” Connor had
touched her clit on purpose, knowing the pleasure he was providing her, yet Lauren’s grip didn’t stop his administrations. He was making her feel so damn good that it was pushing away some of her fear. “Now place your wrists together at your lower back.”
Lauren whimpered, feeling her previous confidence slip. Yet there was something inside of her that knew Connor would catch it and not leave her hanging. He would see her through this. She just had to do what he said. As his fingers drove her further and further toward an orgasm, she moved her hips with his motion.
“That’s right,” Connor murmured against her neck. “Such a good submissive.”
As he brought her right to that brink, Lauren felt something snap into place. Her wrists were bound together at her lower back. Her pussy was starting to produce ripples and when he pulled away, Lauren cried out. Emotions and sensations mixed together, but there wasn’t one that was winning
out over the other. It was as if she were hovering, not knowing which direction to go. He made that decision for her.
“There is something you need to be aware of,
Red,” Connor said as he pulled away and placed a hand in the middle of her back. Pushing her down, Lauren found herself flattened against the table. Using his foot, he nudged her ankles until they were far apart, giving him full access to her pussy and ass. “I control these scenes, not you. The next time you want a scene, you’ll ask me politely. What you just did is called topping from the bottom and I will not tolerate it. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” Lauren whispered, her cheek now resting on the cold surface.
It was as if he had laid her nipples on a sheet of ice. She wished it would cool the fire raging inside of her as she felt his finger slide down her crevice. Her anus puckered, which initiated an entire new wave of tremors. Her chest still felt tight, but hearing him talk kept her anxiety under control. “I understand.”
“Good.” Connor reached for the paddle, which was in her line of sight on the table. The heat that the cuffs had introduced to her wrists
initiated all over again. All she felt was the restriction and her breathing became shallow. Lauren tugged, not able to move them. She was just about to rear back up when Connor placed his left hand on her back, trapping the cold metal of the closure between the cuffs against the small of her back. “Keep your eyes open. If I see you close them, you’ll find out what orgasm denial truly is.”
Lauren’s pussy
throbbed around nothing but air, as if disputing his promise. The warmth of his hand started to heat the ever present closure making contact with her back, but instead of adding to the burning fervor the cuffs made against her wrists, it soothed her inferno. Air started to flow back into her lungs at a relatively slow pace instead of the insubstantial drags from earlier. Her muscles relieved their tension.
Swat!
“Hmmm.” Lauren rubbed her cheek against the wood.
Swat!
Amazingly, the sensations the paddle produced only ratcheted up her arousal. Lauren kept her eyes open, just as he’d ordered and found that it kept her apprehension at bay. It was still there, yet simmering under the surface.
Swat!
“Stop thinking about your fear.”
“But —”
Swat!
It was as if every time her phobia crossed her mind, Connor knew and used the paddle. Was he really that observant?
Swat! Swat! Swat!
“More,” Lauren pleaded, needing more of the heat and less of the mental scrutiny.
“I didn’t hear a title fall from those pretty lips, Red.”
“More, Sir, please.”
Swat! Swat! Swat!
“Okay,” Lauren gasped, trying to rear up. It was obvious his hand was on
her restraints for two reasons. One, it seemed to keep her fear at bay…but it also kept her in place. “That’s —”
“Smarting? Good,” Connor said.
Swat! Swat! Swat!
“Master!”
Lauren’s ass was hot. The stinging, which was morphing into pleasure, drove everything else out of her mind. Every time the paddle landed on her sensitive skin, she raised her ass higher. Was she subconsciously asking for more or trying to get away from the hard implement? At this point, it didn’t really matter. Her juices were flowing and her pussy needed something to grab onto.
Swat! Swat! Swat!
“Sir, I can’t —”
“You can take whatever I deem you can take,” Connor replied, stopping and placing the paddle back in her line of vision. He then
stroked her searing flesh. It was as if he was adding liquid fire to every inch he caressed, until his fingers dipped into her pussy. “You respond to me like…”
Lauren would have asked like what, but he’d brought his
moistened finger up to her anus. When he breached her sphincter with no warning, she cried out. It was a different kind of sting than the one the paddle produced, but no less effective. A sob rose in her chest, startling her. She needed to come, and for the first time her fear was completely pushed aside.
* * * *
Connor released his grip on her restraints, reaching for the button on his jeans. He tore open the button and then yanked on his zipper, pulling his jeans down around his ass. Searching for his wallet, he found what he was looking for and ripped the foil. Rolling on the latex, he couldn’t get it on fast enough. He had to bury his cock in her.
“
Who do you belong to?” Connor asked, already kicking himself that he allowed himself to ask that question. This wasn’t supposed to be serious. It wasn’t. The question was okay, he decided. Even a temporary submissive belonged to their Master, a distinction she may or may not understand. “Red, I asked you a question.”
Connor used his palm to spank her already red ass and she instantly cried out.
“You, Sir. I belong to you.”
Without hesitation, Connor
drove his cock into her pussy. It was rare that he became immobile from the feel of a woman’s cunt, but Lauren had that ability. He took a moment to savor the warmth as her miniscule contractions massaged his cock as she gained the most intimate grip possible. His breathing deep, Connor gritted his teeth to hold himself back from coming. For what Lauren had just accomplished, she deserved an orgasm.
“I’m so proud of you,
Red,” Connor whispered, taking additional time as he gathered her cream up with his thumb. He pressed it against her anus, loving the spasms that shot through her as he did. “Handing me total control over your body, your mind, and your fear.”
“I belong to you, Master,” Lauren murmured, causing his heart to twist. She repeated only what he’d asked of her, but Connor was afraid she took it the wrong way. “Please fuck me, Master.”
Damn, but every time that title fell from her lips it did something to his soul. Connor pulled out to his tip, only to thrust forward. He pushed his thumb through her sphincter, mimicking his movements. Lauren’s groan vibrated all the way down to his balls.
“Come for me,
Red.”
That was all the warning he gave her as he started pounding his cock into her pussy. Over and over, he slammed into her while hooking his thumb in her ass. Blood rushed through his ears as it sounded like an avalanche had been triggered. Lauren’s cunt clamped down on his dick as she followed his command and let herself fly. He felt his balls crawl back up
tight against his shaft as he felt the sparks of electricity shoot through his sac, signaling his release.