“You…” Jaime began, her clit throbbing with need. “You’re always going down on me. I can feel your tongue inside me….” Jaime felt Lady A’s hands again, this time on the front of her thighs. Her quads tightened underneath those soft fingertips. And then she felt Lady A’s breath mere inches away from hersaturated pussy. Jaime gripped the chains, willing Lady A to taste her.
“Keep going,” Lady A demanded, breathing in Jaime’s scent. It was an aroma she wouldn’t forget any time soon. “Did I make you come?”
Jaime’s breath hitched. Fuck, hearing those words from Lady A’s mouth nearly pushed Jaime over the edge. She needed to be touched. Hell, she needed to be fucked. Hard and relentless, the way she instinctively knew Lady A could fuck her. And Jaime would give as good as she got. She would love to provide Lady A with a dose of the torture Jaime felt while helplessly hanging here. Jaime hissed when Lady A’s nails dug into her thighs.
“No,” Jaime answered honestly. “I see your red hair and your… eyes.” The blindfold prevented Jaime from looking into Lady A’s eyes or seeing the color. “Then I wake up.”Frustrated and horny as fuck.
“Because I’m not who you want?” Lady A guessed.
“Because you’re who Ishouldn’twant.”
Lady A felt the truth of that statement. There were multiple reasons why this couldn’t work. More than Lady A knew on the surface. Still, the realization of that while she was on her knees in front of Jaime, both of them aroused—more aroused than Lady A had ever been—was sobering. It really was too bad that Jaime didn’t spring for the sex experience. This wasn’t only torment for Jaime.
She wondered if Jaime did anything to satisfy what “Dream Lady A” couldn’t give her. Did she touch herself? Did she use a vibrator? Lady A thought of her favorite personal toy—the one she often used to satiate her needs. She leaned forward, her hands still resting on Jaime’s thighs, and blew lightly on Jaime’s swollen clit.
Jaime gasped and squeezed her legs shut, intensifying the orgasm that slammed through her. This wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted the fucking pain, not the pleasure.Fuck!
“Stop.” Jaime released the cuffs, dropping to her knees, gasping for air.
As soon as the word was out of Jaime’s mouth, Lady A was on her feet. She picked up her robe and quickly retreated into the shadows. She slid the robe on as she watched Jaime yank the blindfold off, looking around frantically. Never before had she ever witnessed a reaction like that to an orgasm.
It took Jaime’s eyes a few moments to adjust to her surroundings. The one thing shedidn’tsee was Lady A. She had just been there. The orgasm proved that. So where did she go? And if she was gone, how the hell was Jaime supposed to get out of here? She hoped to hell the woman who set her up in here didn’t come back. How fucking embarrassing to be on your knees, body flush, and out of breath from a “no-sex” session. Jaime tried taking a calming breath as she studied the cuffs for any kind of release. She almost jumped out of her skin when she felt Lady A’s hands on hers.
Lady A, dressed in her red satin robe and the same red and black laced mask she had on when they first met, unlocked the cuffs.
“Don’t come back here, Detective,” she said softly, then dropped Jaime’s hands and walked away.
Chapter Eleven
Jaime stared through the windscreen,watching each trickle of rain as it made its way further down the glass. It hadn’t stopped since she’d stepped foot inside the club, bordering on torrential as she’d fled some thirty minutes ago. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t think straight. She couldn’t shift the terrible feeling she had deep down.
Jaime had been selfish in allowing whatever happened in that session. As usual, she’d done what she wanted, given herself over to the pleasure shehadn’texpected, and in turn…disappointed Taylor once again.You can’t change how your body reacts to something. She slammed a fist against the steering wheel. It was probably a good thing her fiancée wasn’t around to see this side of Jaime.
She turned her hands over in front of her, her brows drawn. Jaime didn’t recognise herself. She didn’t feel connected to herself. But the truth was, she hadn’t felt connected to herself in a long time. The moment she got that call, her life changed forever.Shechanged forever. Only that guilt hadn’t once lifted. Not for a second.
I don’t know who the fuck I am anymore!
Jaime had been truthful with Lady A tonight. Shedidwant to stop feeling sad. So, if Lady A was the right person for that, why did Jaime feel so dreadful as she sat here? Why did she feel as though she’d just shit all over Taylor’s memory? She brought a trembling hand to the door handle, forcing the door open and emptying the contents of her stomach all over the ground. She’d managed to calm herself when it almost happened before, but not now. No, she couldn’t stop it.
Jaime lowered her head, her bottom lip trembling when her emotions threatened to surface. She didn’t need this in her life. She didn’t want to feel guilty about the events of tonight. God, if her conscience was clear and she didn’t feel so awful about it, Jaime was sure she would havedemandedLady A touch her. Fuck the rules and what she’d signed up for. Jaime knew exactly what she had wanted from Lady A tonight. To come. To…take away the pain she felt via the pleasure she hadn’t signed up for. And without shame. Because as she’d left the club, shame was the one thing that held firm, deep in the pit of her stomach. Was this really what agonizing guilt felt like?
This had to stop. It wasn’t healthy to feel so much all at once. Jaime had gone to Lady A; she’d experienced one session with her, and now she had to move on. She couldn’t go back and change her decision, so beating herself up about it was wasting time that could be better spent elsewhere.
She exhaled a deep breath, her nostrils flared as she closed her eyes. If Jaime could just focus—if she could push this night to the back of her mind—she might have a decent chance at concentrating on the case from this point forward. You know, the one that she had believed Lady A was a suspect in?Fuck. Jaime closed the door, resting her head on the steering wheel.She can’t be involved. It just doesn’t feel like her.Jaime scoffed inwardly. How the fuck did she know what Lady A was andwasn’t capable of? Just because she’d strung her up tonight and shattered her world, Jaime didn’t know shit.
It wasn’t her. It can’t have been her.
Jaime may not know what the hell was going on lately, but she knew Lady A wasn’t a suspect. Max had been right all along—they hadnoconnection to Lady A—and Jaime knew she was only holding onto the idea of it to make herself feel better. To prevent something likethisfrom happening. Only ithadhappened, so Jaime had failed there, too.Story of your fucking life, Baros.
Now if she could just get her hands to stop shaking, maybe Jaime would make it home.
Part of her wanted to dissect how she was feeling. To understand why tonight had happened the way it did. She wanted to question her reasons for setting foot inside the club. Only she knew the reason. It was plain and simple. Lady A was the reason. Not under suspicion…just as herself. Jaime could have gone in there and lied about why she wanted to feel anything other than what she’d been feeling for a long time. She could have chosen to hold back. But she hadn’t, and as she sat here, Jaime knew one thing was for certain. Lady A had nothing to do with the death of Maisie. How did Jaime know that? Her gut.
You really want to go on gut instinct with this?Jaime knew she shouldn’t, that people could be convincing when least expected, but that’s how she felt. Honestly, she’d known from the moment Lady A climbed from her car that she wasn’t a suspect. Jaime had watched her. How she sat in her car for longer than deemed appropriate. How when she’d exited the vehicle, she appeared wary and on edge. Jaime watched Lady A morphintoher alter ego. Whoever that woman was behind the mask…it wasn’t who she truly was outside of the club.
Jaime had forced herself to believe Lady A was involved simply because of Jaime’s own reservations with her choice of career, but she knew now that it was a mistake on her part. If Lady Awasin any way involved, she never would have gone ahead with that session. She was a clever woman.And talented. Jaime’s body reacted to the idea of seeing Lady A again. It wasn’t possible, Lady A had specifically asked that Jaime not go to the club anymore, but the thought? Fuck, the hairs on the back of Jaime’s neck stood to attention. Right now, as much as it pained her to think about it, Jaime did want to see Lady A again. She was the first person to bring out so much in Jaime since Taylor’s death. If that wasn’t a reason to consider it again, Jaime didn’t know what was.
Don’t come back here, Detective. Jaime’s stomach flipped at the mere thought of Lady A after their session had ended. She may have been capable of hiding behind sexy lace, but Jaime noted that confusion in her eyes. Lady A could deny it; she could claim that their session was no different from any other client’s, but Jaime knew when something appeared off.
