Page 30 of Blinded
“Never?”
“Never is a long time, Sir.” Sandra evaded the question. GT waited. “Not never, more like not right now,” Sandra added hesitantly. Yeah right, more like when Gisela wears the same dress to two benefits. GT raked his hand through his hair and seemed to accept her answer, so Sandra pushed forward, “I’m sorry for shutting you out, Sir. I promise I’ll try to do better at communicating with you, although I find it difficult.”
GT leaned back in his chair, and a relaxed smile crossed his face. “Apology accepted, hana. I’ll try not to push you more than you can handle, but I’ll probably screw up before the night is over. Please tell me if I overstep any boundaries. I like being with you, and I would hate to lose you.”
“I like our play, too,” Sandra said softly and then steered the conversation to a safer topic. “And you’re a half-decent judge of football.”
GT spluttered. “Half-decent? I played the game in high school, girl. I know my football.”
With the subject successfully changed, they bantered about the Kansas City Chiefs and their chances in the upcoming game against the New England Patriots. The Chiefs were guaranteed a playoff spot, and GT thought they’d make the Super Bowl, too. Sandra wasn’t so sure. The teams they would face in the playoffs were tough, and it had been fifty years since the Chiefs last Super Bowl appearance. Before they knew it, more than an hour had passed, and the lingering tension between them had dissolved.
After their fight and the talk at Club Indigo, things returned to normal between them, and Sandra enjoyed their play and his company. GT didn’t push for more and she found herself looking forward impatiently to the next meeting and wondering what he would do with her. They spent Christmas separately and Sandra caught herself thinking about him and what he was doing several times both during Christmas dinner and in church. She almost regretted telling him ‘no’ but reminded herself getting too involved was dangerous. Lately, her heart seemed to have a mind of its own, though.
Since Club Indigo was having its annual New Year’s Eve Event, Sandra had agreed to spend it with him there. It wasn’t like a date or something a committed couple would do — just a relaxed evening with friends.
At least, that’s what Sandra was expecting when she arrived at the club. She put her things away in the locker room and exited to meet GT at the bar. Instead, Jim stood waiting in a DM vest; only tonight he’d added a badge to it.
“What’s going on, Jim, I mean, officer?” she asked, entering into the spirit of his attire. “Have I done something wrong?”
Jim grinned. “That’s not for me to say, miss. I’m just following orders. Give me your hands, please.” He stepped out of character to add, “GT has a role-play set up for you guys tonight. If you’re game, follow along. I’ll be monitoring your scene. If not, tell me now, and I’ll take you to the bar without the cuffs.”
Role-play? That wasn’t their usual plan, but she supposed she could try something different. She always had her safe words and she knew GT would take care of her. “Okay, I’m game.”
“Good girl,” Jim said, and she felt the glow the phrase always summoned. The feeling evaporated with his next words. “Strip down to your bra and panties.” She shot him a disgruntled look, but Jim smirked, and his eyes twinkled. “Boss’s orders. It’ll go easier if you cooperate.”
She removed her dress, and Jim gave her a moment to hang it up in the dressing room before he produced a pair of metal handcuffs and fastened her wrists in front of her. “You’re to come with me.” He guided her to the room used for interrogation scenes. It had a table, a four-legged wooden chair with a high back, another on wheels, and a spotlight to focus on the prisoner. Jim left the light off, using the illumination from the hallway, so Sandra couldn’t see what else might be there. Jim removed the metal handcuffs around her wrists, replaced them with leather padded ones, and ordered her to sit in the chair. He secured her wrists and ankles to the back and legs of the chair. In addition, he looped a thick rope around her middle. Once he finished, he left her alone to wait.
Sandra tugged on the cuffs securing her to the straight wooden chair. She knew Jim wasn’t far away, but still, it was scary. Should she call out her safeword? The role-play had sounded like fun, but right now Sandra was not enjoying herself. The room was dark, and she had no idea how long she’d been there – five minutes, ten? It felt like an hour to her. The door swung wide, and she had to keep her mouth from dropping open. Looking big and ominous in the light from the hall, in strode GT wearing a three-piece striped suit and fedora. He looked like he’d stepped out of Michael Jackson’s Smooth Criminal video. He halted inches from her chair, and she had to tip her head back to look at him.
“What’s with the sad face, doll? You've only been here for a few minutes. I could have left you here for hours,” he taunted.
Sandra blinked as she tried to imagine the scenario. He looked like a gangster. What was she? Someone from a rival family? Or an innocent, like someone held as a hostage? No, interrogation scene. She lifted her chin defiantly and spat, “Do you know who I am? You’re in so much trouble for keeping me here. When my family finds me, you’re going to regret this.” She wriggled on the chair and tugged futilely on the cuffs.
GT crowded her space even more, his face so close their lips a hair’s breadth apart, and puffs of air stroked her mouth as he breathed. “You’re so beautiful when you’re mad. You can squirm as much as you like, you’re not getting out of those cuffs.”
GT stepped away from her and switched on the spotlight. He closed the door, shrugged off his jacket, and rolled up his shirt sleeves. Sandra glanced at the table. Because of the dim lighting in the room, she hadn’t seen any of the toys before, but now her eyes widened. She spotted at least three kinds of vibrators, a violet wand and – was that a dragon tail whip? GT positioned himself between her and the table. So much for being discreet.
He captured her jaw in his hand. “You have the best reactions.” He grinned evilly. “All I have to do is choose my tools. My job is going to be so easy.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. Oh, now he’d done it!
“If you talk now, I won’t have to get rough.”
“Talk?” She managed a cackle she hoped sounded evil. “I have no idea who you think you’re dealing with, but I’m not going to tell you anything. You can torture me, but I won’t give you any information. None!”
“Is that so?” he replied in a lazy, almost bored tone. “I may appear to be a gentleman, but my job is to get people like you to talk. I’ve made grown men cry in minutes. I think I can handle a little slip of a woman like you.”
Sandra’s body tensed, and she ground her teeth. “Oh, mister, don’t think for a minute I can’t handle as much as any man.”
He chuckled and turned away from her and toward the table. GT sat down on the rolling chair and perused the items on the table, mumbling, “Since you aren’t giving me any choice…” his voice trailed off, and he turned the chair and rolled up to her.
He held up the violet wand with a mushroom probe. “This should help you find your voice, don’t worry.”
GT switched on the wand and brought it to the sensitive inside of her upper leg. The distinct crackling sound of static electricity was more startling than the feeling, but Sandra gasped and tried to move away from the probe.
“Intense, right?” He reached behind him and held up a Womanizer suction vibrator for her to see. With a practiced move he pushed the silky material covering her pussy to the side and positioned the tool over her clit. Sandra moaned when he switched the Womanizer on, there wasn’t any other device that put her on edge so quickly. GT brought the violet wand back to her leg. “Pleasure or pain, what do you choose?” He switched off the Womanizer, and Sandra sighed. “I don’t have to be nasty.” He stroked the wand over her right leg. She squeaked, and he grinned. “Oh, yes, doll. I’ve dialed up the intensity.” He circled her belly button with the device. “If you’re a good girl, you get pleasure.” He lifted the wand. “You want to be a good girl, right?”
Sandra moaned. GT moved to give himself space, leaned in, and swiped his tongue over her sensitive folds. He sat up and held up the violet wand and the Womanizer. “What will it be, doll? Pleasure or pain?”
