Part 17 (1/2)

”Now? Jeez. Can't it wait? My entire life has been a situation for so many years I can't sleep. I'm on leave and I'm not under your jurisdiction anymore. Remember that little declaration of intent to retire?” Jude smiled. He knew his old commanding officer well. His humor wouldn't go unnoticed.

”Yeah. Sorry, but this is important. When can you come in?”

”Dude, whatever it is, talk to me now. I'm right here.” Jude stood and headed toward the kitchen. Why the h.e.l.l did his old commander need a face-to-face during Jude's leave?

Lori stepped back into the house at two thirty sharp.

Jude was on the phone in the kitchen when she entered and didn't seem to notice her. She quietly removed all her clothes and folded them in a pile.

She flinched when his voice rose. ”I still don't understand how this is possible.”

She stood very still, not wanting to interrupt.

”Where is he now?... What do you mean you don't know?... You aren't f.u.c.king kidding, that isn't cool... No... Not a chance... f.u.c.k...” He stood, knocking the chair on the floor behind him. That's when he spotted her and froze. After a second he nodded in her direction and pointed toward the living area.

She deciphered his actions to mean that she should kneel where she normally did to wait for him.

”I can't talk about this now... Well, what do you want me to do?... No. Not going to happen.” He stomped into the kitchen and out the back door, slamming it behind him.

She could hear him continue to rant with the caller for several minutes. Finally he stopped. He must have hung up, but he didn't return for a while.

When he did, he entered calmer, shutting the door with a quiet snick. He busied himself in the kitchen and then went down the hall.

Lori waited on her knees beside the couch. She sat back on her ankles when her legs grew stiff. Surely he wouldn't fault her for that in his preoccupation. What the h.e.l.l was going on? She'd never seen him that agitated.

Eventually he reemerged and sat on the couch in front of her. He put his head in his hands and took a deep breath. ”There's a slight problem.”

She figured that.

”I don't want you to worry about it right now. It doesn't concern you.” He took her chin and lifted her gaze. ”Okay?”

”Yes, Sir.” Her voice cracked. h.e.l.l no, it's not okay.

”I need you to trust me.”

Like I trusted you two years ago? Did that conversation have anything to do with where he'd been for the last two years? She knew better than to ask questions.

”You're stiff.”

She was. ”Sorry, Sir.”

He took a deep breath and wiped his free hand over his face. ”I need to make some calls. I want you to reacquaint yourself with my vibrator while I work. It'll help you learn control and keep you occupied.”

He had to be kidding. He was going to yammer on the phone, and she was going to m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e?

”Stand.” He took her forearm when she released her hands and helped her up. ”Get on the bed.”

She followed him, concern about his behavior wearing on her.

”Lie in the center, arms above your head.”

She crawled up, wondering how she was going to m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e without her arms.

When he approached, she realized his intent. She wasn't going to get herself off at all. He was going to strap her down and force her. She swallowed a groan as she stretched her arms up and he strapped first one wrist and then the other to the headboard. While she tried to steady her racing heart, he spread her legs and used the infamous spreader bar to hold her open.

He didn't talk while he worked. His brow was furrowed. He leaned in to kiss her lips but only briefly. Next he pulled a length of leather from his bag and set it on her body. Her nipples puckered when the soft material hit her.

A harness. She'd never worn this particular type before, but she recognized it. He strapped it around her neck and then pulled the center length between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to her crotch. ”Lift up with your heels, baby.”

She lifted her body off the bed so he could reach beneath and pull the leather under her back. As he cinched the top section, she closed her eyes. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were displayed between the triangle formed by the leather, which heightened her awareness of each globe. It was sensual and unnerving at the same time. The leather strip resting below her b.r.e.a.s.t.s pushed them up.

And then Jude pulled her lower lips apart and something cold hit her open s.e.x. She lifted her head and opened her eyes to see him trailing a d.i.l.d.o through her folds. He smiled as he caught her gaze. ”Relax. I'm going to make you feel so good.”

His idea of making her feel good didn't include o.r.g.a.s.m, though. She knew that. Strapped to the bed and wearing this harness, he would want her to remain aroused while not pus.h.i.+ng her over the edge.

He held her gaze while he slid the vibrator home, pus.h.i.+ng it deep within her. It wasn't a slender d.i.l.d.o either. It was thick and long. It filled her almost as much as his c.o.c.k did.

Next he held up a plug, slightly larger than the one she'd worn earlier. He squeezed lube onto the tip and used one finger to spread it around the bulb. When he finished, he circled her lower hole with that finger, ma.s.saging the lube into her skin. He slid the plug into her without speaking.

Lori shocked herself that she'd accepted the foreign object so easily this time.

Jude gave her a half smile. He stretched a section of the leather strap up her b.u.t.t crack and attached it to the length hanging between her legs from the front. He tightened it, tested it and tightened it again. She was completely at the mercy of the vibrator, which wouldn't be able to escape her p.u.s.s.y with the harness in place.

Jude held up a remote. ”I'll be controlling the vibrations from my office. You'll be controlling your body. You don't have permission to o.r.g.a.s.m.” He pressed a b.u.t.ton on the black box he held and the vibrator came to life. It was manageable, a low hum that made her heart rate increase but didn't cause her too much stress.

He stroked her nipples and the undersides of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. ”I like you in this.” He tested the tightness of every section of leather. When he reached between her legs, he fiddled with the thick strap over her c.l.i.t, making sure it was arranged to distract her as much as possible.

”I'll be back to check on you.” He tapped her leg. ”I need to make some calls. I don't want to hear noises from you. If you can't control your mouth, I'll gag you.”

”Yes, Sir.”

He left.

She tried to relax into the mattress and stare at the ceiling. As the clock ticked, she could hear Jude on the phone. She couldn't make out anything he said, but he talked forever with several people. She worried about him. Whatever issue he had, it needed a lot of attention.

And what the h.e.l.l was it anyway? He'd said he was on vacation. And then that he was up for retirement. And suddenly this.

She concentrated on her thoughts, trying to ignore the vibrating inside her. But when the intensity rose, she went rigid for a moment to gather enough brain cells to keep from coming. The d.a.m.n d.i.l.d.o b.u.t.ted against the plug and caused both items to make her aware of every inch of both holes.

When she squirmed, the leather rubbed her c.l.i.t unbearably. She tried to remain still.

Jude stepped back into the room. He leaned over her and gauged her reaction. ”You okay, baby?”

”Yes, Sir.”

He stroked her body-her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, her neck, her belly, her thighs. When he reached closer to her s.e.x, he used both hands to pull her outer lips around the leather. Every touch drove her closer to o.r.g.a.s.m.

A little pop made her lift her head. He held a tube of ointment. He spread some on one finger and lifted the leather away from her c.l.i.t. ”Just going to rub this on your c.l.i.t, baby, so it doesn't chafe against the leather.” When he finished, he left.

The vibrator continued, increasing another notch as he shut the door. A moment later he was on the phone again, and Lori moaned as low as she could around the need to come.