“Good. So, she seemed interested?”
“Well, not at first. But after I brought up her fling with the detective and his handcuffs, she changed her mind. So I would say she’s definitely into being restrained.”
I bite my lip to hold in my groan at the thought of the uptight DA naked with her wrists and ankles tied, bound together, completely at my mercy.
“Tristan?”
“Yeah?” I ask, my voice deeper than it was seconds ago.
“Will I get to play on Friday if I manage to bring her?”
“You can play with whoever you want at the club.” I’m not the jealous type. Hell, I could pass a woman off my dick to another guy without hesitation as soon as I finish inside of her.
“I meant, can I play with you?”
“No. I’ll be working, remember?” I gave her this plan days ago and have been impatiently waiting for her to find the ‘right’ time to bring it up with Kirsten. I’ve already talked to Joel, the owner, who is letting me work the door as security.
“Oh. Right. Maybe another night?” she says, her voice hopeful.
“Yeah, another night,” I lie to stay on her good side.
Natalie and I only hooked up once at Joel’s club, and while it was fun to watch her ass turn red from my paddle and hear her cries of pain mixed with pleasure, I have no intentions of a repeat. I just wanted her to spill what she knew about Kirsten. And now, my dick is way too obsessed with following the DA’s every move and watching her fine ass in white pants bend over in yoga class to even twitch for another woman.
Still, it’s no reason to be an asshole to the girl. “Thanks for your help, Nat. I’ll drop the cash off at your apartment later. The payout triples if you actually get her to the club this weekend.”
“You’re so generous,” she says. “And you swear you’re not going to hurt her?”
“No harm will come to the DA. I promise.” Kirsten Hunt might be furious after I’m done with her, but she’ll enjoy every second of it if I can get her into one of those private rooms. While I wouldn’t mind banging her brains out in one of the club’s public spaces, I have a feeling she’s too uptight to even kiss in front of other people.
Somehow, someway, I need to get the woman into a compromising position. Not just to convince her to drop thecharges against us, but because I need to get my hands and mouth on her after weeks of obsessing over her.
For just one night, I want to make her scream. If I were to luck up and make that happen, I’d probably end the night with blue balls, but it’d be worth it to see her come undone for me. I doubt she could handle my kind of fucking. Some women can’t. I’ve been called an asshole, a sadist, and all sorts of shit for the things I do to them after they agree to let me tie them up.
I guess sometimes I go a little too far when I’m given complete control. That’s just what I love.
And I’ve never wanted anyone at my mercy as much as I want to restrain the uptight DA. Maybe because I know she’s a challenge, likely an impossible one.
Still, even fucked up monsters can dream.
5
Kirsten
Ican’t believe I’m actually doing this tonight.
The past two days I haven’t let myself think too much about what I may see or who may see me. And now that it’s here, I’m excited.
When I met up with Natalie at her apartment, she gave me a white and silver mask made of fake jewels. It covers enough of my face that nobody should be able to recognize me. Not to mention, it’s beautiful and perfectly matches the short white dress I’m wearing underneath my silver dress coat.
According to the paperwork I read over thoroughly before returning, no cell phones are allowed past the check-in desk; everyone gets searched for weapons upon entry; your driver’s license must match the name on the application; everyone has to have a squeaky clean background check to step foot in the place as a patron or employee; and there are no cameras on the premise, not even at the entrance to maintain patron’s secrecy. Oh, and I had to agree to always use protection (ifany encounters get that far) and not to go into a private room with anyone I don’t trust since there are no safe words. Saying stop means stop, saying no means no, and there are plenty of security guards or monitors wandering the place in uniform but dressed as patrons, who will intervene if they hear either of those words.
There’s no way I’ll go into a private room with a stranger and take that chance, though, so I’m not really sure what I’m doing here. I guess I’m just curious. And horny. Oh, and lonely.
One call and Bryan would probably come running to my place, but if someone saw him in my building and word got out I was screwing one of the detectives on some of my assistants’ cases, there would be a big ordeal. That’s why I refuse to go to his place as well.
“Are you ready?” Natalie asks, the twenty-something girl nearly bouncing with excitement half a block away.
“Let’s do this.” I slip my mask on and turn off my phone.
