“Since you’re genuine about your attraction to me, I want to prove to you I’m not playing you either and all I want is the information that will let me get my sister back.”
“How?”
I took a deep breath, summoning all my courage to do something I’d never done before. “How about a little show just for you, and all I want in return is that you tell me where they’re keeping my sister?”
He winced. “Cameron, why can’t you believe I—?”
I raised a hand at him to stop talking, impersonating Chelsea with all her firmness, confidence and assertion. “I think you’ll change your mind and give me everything I need when I…” I went to the bag of toys and got out the first vibrating dildo I found. When I glanced at him, his tired eyes sparkled with life. I swung the toy playfully and plastered a smile on my face. “Would you like me to use this on me while you watched?”
“Fuck,” he murmured.
“I think it’ll be more than enough in exchange for that tiny little piece of information I need from you, right?”
He swallowed, his cock standing rigid.
I took the whip and gave him a little lash on the thigh. “Right?”
“Yes,” he groaned.
“Good boy.”
CHAPTER 17
Dusty
I was too much of a dick to tell her to save her breath. Literally. What was still running of my blood rushed down to my cock, and I was reduced to nothing but that mother fucking anticipating erection.
The idea of watching Cameron play with herself was so fucking hot. Pleasure and torment all in one, knowing I couldn’t touch her, and maybe a punishment afterwards when she realized I wasn’t so much of a help to give her what she was demanding.
She started unbuttoning her jeans, hesitant at first but growing confident with every move. She had nothing to be insecure about. Didn’t she know she was perfect, and right now, she had all the power?
She slid her jeans down, and I bit my lip at the sight of her thighs. I pictured the moment I’d spread them apart and dive nose deep between them, the moment I first smelled her, my first taste of Cammie.
When she got out of her jeans, I couldn’t take my eyes off her beautiful body and the outline of her pussy, wishing I could tear the flimsy fabric of her black underwear off. She turned, gifting me the gorgeous view of her ass. “Fuck.”
Her eyes met me over her shoulder. “You said something?”
“Yes, I said fuck. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She tucked her hair behind her ear and went over to the chair. When she sat, she leveled her gaze with mine. “If you were no longer chained at my mercy, and I was standing in front of you unarmed, would you still say the same?”
“I would. You are beautiful. But I wouldn’t just speak, sweetheart. I’d show you how beautiful you were with physical proof.”
She chuckled. “How physical?”
“I won’t be gentle, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Didn’t you say you could be sweet and gentle for me?”
“Not anymore.”
“You’ll make me pay for what I’ve done to you so far?”
“Oh, fuck yeah. You’ll be the one in chains, stripped and whipped and—”
“Fucked,” she finished for me.
The things I’d do to her… “It’s no news I wanna fuck you. It’s what got me here in the first place. And it’s no news I’m no good boy.”
