Page 53 of The Diamond Thief
The panties beneath them are also black, a loose lace that glides across her hips down to a narrow triangle. My mouth waters just seeing them.
Her skin appears, inch by inch. She kicks off her little flat shoes, and then the leggings pile onto the floor beside them.
Her hand goes to the base of her shirt and lifts it up. For a moment her face is obscured, and I see her body and the black bra that matches the lacy panties. My erection swells painfully against my zipper.
The shirt comes over her head and lands on the floor with the pants.
She reaches for the hook behind her, but I say, “Stop.”
She drops her hands.
The dynamic doesn’t please me at the moment. The girl is already at a distinct disadvantage, locked inside my bunker. Given enough time she could probably make her way out. At least from what I’ve seen from her. But for now she is already my prisoner. Last time she was here by choice.
“Come with me,” I say. I realize that is just another command, so I soften it. “If you like.”
She looks at me curiously, then follows. The bedroom of this bunker is actually separate, unlike my one in Manhattan, where it is only an alcove.
The bed is not as large as in my apartment. I generally do not plan to have guests here. Prisoners, yes. But not guests.
Jade is a little of both, I suppose. I could’ve taken her out with a sleeping gas at any point. There are triggers throughout the bunker. But I’m curious about her, and I want her conscious.
She sits on the corner of the bed, and I am greatly distracted by her body, luminous in the low light. Her smooth cascade of skin is broken by the beautifully constructed lace that I could stare at for days.
“Are you all right?” she asks.
“I like my power plays,” I say to her. “But generally the woman has chosen to be a part of it. Not slid into my cage.”
She leans back on her hands, thrusting her breasts upward, a movement that is nearly my undoing.
“Interesting. A thief and sadist with a conscience.”
“What can I say?” I try to hide my smile. “I’m a gentleman.”
“Then how about we turn the tables?” she asks.
“What, you bondage me up?” I lift an eyebrow at her. “Just to give you more time to plan your escape?”
She laughs. “That’s the risk you take. Are you sure of your bunker security or not?”
The thing is, I no longer am. “You defeated it handily in Manhattan.”
She shrugs. “I had planning there.” She glances around the room. “No tricks here to use. I would have to go purely by my wits.”
She holds out her hand. When I take it, she guides me to sit beside her on the bed. Then she slides behind me, her hands caressing my shoulders. Her fingers wrap around my neck, as if she’d like to choke me.
Maybe there is a bit of sadist in her.
Something tickles deep in my ribs. I like this girl. I like the challenge she presents. She stirs me like no one else has since a night long ago, now a distant memory, and not just as a woman. As a professional. I could keep myself sharp around her. Up my game. We could be an alliance like no other.
I’m about to present exactly this scenario to her, when I feel something sliding along my wrists.
She shifts on the bed and stands in front of me. She wears only the bra now, no panties.
I flush hot for her to the point of pain. “Preparing yourself?”
She cannot hide the subtle smile. “Perhaps,” she says. She unzips my fly. I am rock hard for her. “Is this for me?”
“If it interests you.”
