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“Pleasure, please.” Her skin was too tight.
“All right.” He gave her an intense stare. “We’ll start with an easy question: What’s your name?”
There isn’t really harm in giving him my name, right? “Sandra.”
“Beautiful.” He started the Womanizer again and pressed it over her clit. “Sandra. See how nice cooperating is?” He wiggled the device to seal it more tightly, and if not for the cuffs and rope Sandra would have come off the chair when the device sucked hard on her clit. “Like that, huh? How old are you?”
“Umm, th-thirty-two.” Sandra shuddered.
“Very good, doll.” He wiggled the device on her clit.
“Where are you from?”
Her mind scrambled to keep up with the questions. “Umm, S-st. Louis.”
“Good girl, why did you move to Kansas City?”
“My f-father got a better position with the bank here.”
GT brushed his fingers over her nipples. Even through the fabric of her bra, it was like he’d zapped her with electricity. Maybe he had. Sandra struggled to open her eyes.
“I’m so pleased you’re willing to answer truthfully, doll.” Once again, he moved the violet wand over her body. It was okay now, more than okay, the prickling sensation of the toy added to her arousal.
“What sex toys do you own?”
“Umm, vibra …” Sandra stiffened, and she snapped her mouth shut. Some of the pleasant fog lifted from her mind. I need to get my head in the game! She opened her eyes and stared right in his amused face. “I’m not sure why you’re holding me hostage here, mister, but it’s definitely not because you want to know the contents of my nightstand. Either you tell me why I’m here, or you let me go.” She glared at him and rattled the cuffs.
His grin widened. “Is that so?” He switched off both toys, and Sandra clenched her hands into fists and curled her toes in an effort not to scream. Asshole! GT gripped her chin. “You’re trying to boss me around, and I won’t have it! Do. You. Understand?” He shook her head lightly and tightened his grip with every word.
He turned to the table and set the Womanizer and the wand aside. “Let’s continue.” He lit a candle and held up a scalpel. “You know I’m an expert with this tool.”
The play of light and darkness from the candle made GT and his knife looked more ominous than they would have in full illumination. Although blood play was a hard limit for them both and not allowed at the club, a shiver of fear ran through her. Surely he wouldn’t? Sometimes offense was the best defense. What had GT said, ‘You can’t win a game if you don’t score more than your opponent’?
“So you’re a butcher when you’re not interrogating people?” she mocked him.
“You’re so feisty.” GT threw back his head and laughed. “It won’t help you, though. Now, I don’t have all day. I have another customer to – interview. I’m not the Gestapo. We’re having a polite little conversation. I’ll ask the questions, and when you cooperate, I’ll give you pleasure.” GT took the candle and poured some wax from a considerable height on her leg, the warmth pleasant. “When not –” he held up the scalpel. “– not so much.”
Sandra sucked in a breath and held it in as he brought the sharp knife to her leg. She didn’t dare move, but couldn’t help glancing down. She relaxed a bit as he used the dull edge of the instrument to scrape off the top layer of the wax. He never touched the skin, and she allowed herself to release the air slowly.
“The look on your face.” GT chuckled, as he discarded the knife and used the candle to cover her with more wax. “I can see all sorts of questions circling around in your head. You can let go of them. All you have to do is feel.” More wax splattered on her legs. “Answer!” GT placed the candle back on the table. “And you’ll earn a reward.” He showed her the Womanizer. “Now, what toys do you own?”
Her skin tingled where the wax was cooling down, her hardened nipples pressed against her lace bra, and her aroused clit rubbed against the fabric of her panties. She desperately wanted to get off. “Vibrator, womanizer, and Ben Wa balls.”
He stroked the back of his hand over her pussy but didn’t use the toy on her. “What’s your favorite one?”
Sandra gasped as he touched her sensitized nerve bundle. “Womanizer.”
He made a pleased sound before putting the device over her clit.
Sandra cried out and threw back her head in pleasure.
Chapter Ten
Football fever had struck Kansas City full on. The city had always supported the Chiefs, but their run through the playoffs had kicked everything up a notch. Even Ruby, who was more of a fair-weather fan, was getting into the spirit of things. She and Sandra were out shopping for the Super Bowl Party GT and Sandra were having. He was supposed to be there but had gotten hung up at the hospital on a difficult case and Ruby had agreed to help Sandra out. “Since we’re out and about anyway, let’s go down to Union Station,” Sandra said.
“You’re driving, but why?” Ruby asked.
“Because some sign company set up a ‘KC hearts the AFC Champs!’ sign and I’d like to see it before they take it down.”
