Page 119 of Passionate Defense

“Please end this torture.”

Her words were raspy in her parched throat, and he watched as her tongue slid out and licked her dry lips.

“We’ve only started the game, pretty spy. I might be convinced to give you a break from my interrogation partner, however.”

“Yes! Please. It’s driving me mad.”

He nodded and reached down to switch off the vibe. The room fell silent except for her brisk panting. The drawbacks to the wand were the noise and, if left too long in one place, numbness. That wouldn’t do. He wanted her to feel all that he had planned.

“Your nipples? Do they need a break, too?”

“They ache, sir.”

“A good or bad ache?”

She hesitated. Nipple play got her hot and wet—every time. If she lied, he’d know it.

“Good ache,” she acknowledged in a small voice with great reluctance.

“Smart girl for being truthful, in this at least. I deal harshly with liars. The clamps have been on for a bit, so they need to come off. But I feel compelled to replace these little motivators with something else. You might find the replacements better or worse. Time will tell, won’t it?”

He slipped in front of her again. As he released the first clamp, Lanie hissed as the blood flooded back into the compressed tip. He soothed it with his tongue and sucked gently. Once she was moaning for a different reason, he repeated the process on the other breast, spending more time stroking, suckling, and tasting the pinched peak afterward.

When he lifted his head, at long last, he asked benignly, “Better?”

“Yes, sir. I’m still tingling and sensitive, but that’s like a good ache, too.”

“There’s more of that if you cooperate.”

“I can’t. I’d never be able to return to my homeland.”

Good girl. She was giving him an in with the Russian spy. Even hazy with passion, she played the game well.

“I’m authorized to grant you immunity for your information and testimony.”

“But I’d lose everything. What would I do? Where would I go?”

“I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry about that.”

“As your what? Mistress? Girlfriend? Sex Slave? Surely not your wife. I have some pride still, sir.”

“Why not all the above?” he murmured, his lips brushing her nipple one last time.

“We’re enemies. How would that work?” She shook her head. “No. I couldn’t.”

“You just need more convincing.”

He spread nibbling, open-mouthed kisses up her chest to her throat. When she angled her head to the side, he moved upward, grazing her jaw and finding her mouth. She opened eagerly for his tongue and he swept inside, tasting the sweetness of the champagne and berries they’d had for dessert, but mostly Lanie.

“More?” he asked against her lips.

“Yes...please,” she murmured.

“It seems my kisses make you much more amenable. Let’s see how you respond to my seducer.”

He longed to open his pants and relieve the constraint, but with her pussy there for the taking, it would be too much. Instead, he adjusted himself, moving his hard-on away from the metal teeth of his zipper and out of harm’s way.

Focusing once again on Lanie, he flicked the flogger against her back. She trembled in response and he did it again and again, letting the flogger fall incrementally harder when he reached the curve of her ass. He set up a rhythm of light controlledthwaps, concentrating his efforts on her backside and upper thighs until he brought a blush of color to her fair skin. When her breath came in little pants and she moved restlessly between the posts, he moved to a different target, applying the tails in an upward stroke to the underside of her breasts.

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