Part 31 (1/2)
She paused to close her eyes for a delighted s.h.i.+ver, and he quit rummaging through the drawer to give her a curious glance. ”After what?”
”After we handcuff me and you enjoy that for a little bit, then it's your turn to be handcuffed.”
”Not my thing. You sure you don't need help?”
”No, I've got it.” She clicked one cuff closed and tugged it so he could see that it was fastened securely to the headboard. If he got hold of the cuffs now, it would be all over for her. But if she could play on his fantasies for just one more minute...
She made a show of opening the other end and placing it on her wrist while she talked. ”Oh, I could change your mind about that. You have no idea. My boyfriend taught me this game and Drew was too straitlaced to try it, but Jeff says it gives him the most mind-blowing o.r.g.a.s.ms he's ever had.”
She let the cuffs encircle her wrist as if she were trying them on for size, and peeked at him. He'd become still, his cautious gaze on her, not the cuffs. ”Creighton's too straitlaced?”
”He's a prude compared to Jeff.” Since she was trying to appeal to Pierson's deepest perversions, Drew probably was was too straitlaced for what she was about to suggest. Jeff would faint dead away just listening to it. too straitlaced for what she was about to suggest. Jeff would faint dead away just listening to it.
”He has me cuff him to the bed, and I pretend I'm a s.e.x-starved nymphomaniac who's going to force him to service me again and again.” She let the cuff dangle, unfastened, while she talked. It didn't matter, because he wasn't looking at her hand. He was waiting to hear more, and she was making herself dizzy trying to think up an erotic scenario on the spot. ”Jeff rattles the cuffs and pretends he wants to get away, just to turn me on. You won't have to do that because I'm already so hot for you.” She smiled, trying to ignore the taste of bile. ”And then I start doing things doing things to him.” to him.”
His mouth hung open as he listened. ”What things?”
”Oh, I imagine there are a few things in that drawer I could play with.” Except Pierson obviously wanted specifics and she wasn't sure what some of that stuff even was. ”But he likes it best when I use my mouth.”
”Uh-huh.” He licked his lips.
”And my tongue.” She licked hers, too, while he watched intently. ”And of course, my hands. Jeff says he's never been harder in his life, and I go on and on while he moans in ecstasy.”
Pierson was fondling himself as he listened, which was probably a good sign, but not something she wanted to see. ”Then what?” he croaked.
”Then he starts begging for me to finish it, but I don't, I keep him close to the edge and torture him with pleasure. I lie on top of him and slide my body along his, focusing on certain parts of him, and finally-this is Jeff's favorite part-I use this special technique I learned from a woman I know.”
”What kind of technique?” he panted.
”Oh, I can't give it away.” She smiled, doing a mental search for something that sounded exotic. ”She used to be a geisha in j.a.pan. She gives lessons, and you have to pa.s.s certain proficiency levels before you can learn the best stuff.” She winked. ”I was an excellent student.”
She was so impressed with her own story she nearly forgot to finalize the deal, and from the dazed look in his eyes, it was time. ”I'd really love to show you that. I promise it's like nothing you've ever experienced. But we can do my stuff later because I'm sure you can do me twice. We have time, don't we?”
He licked his lips nervously. ”Maybe not a lot of time. Let's do your thing first.” He climbed onto the bed beside her, and she scooted to the far edge, forcing herself not to bolt. Not yet.
”Are you sure?” Protesting seemed realistic, but tiny ripples of panic were swirling in her stomach, making her queasy. Time to end this. ”But if you really want me to do you first...” She lowered her voice and did her best minx impression. ”I can give you the best, longest, hardest o.r.g.a.s.m you ever imagined.”
”Me first.” He yanked the cuff off her wrist and snapped it over his own. Leering, he said, ”I'm ready. Show me what you've got, honey.”
She exhaled, a drawn-out, shaky breath that released all the fear and tension she'd been holding back. She slipped off the bed, tossing him a regretful look as she backed toward the door. ”Sorry, gotta run.”
Whirling, she gathered her robe and charged toward the door. Behind her, Pierson yelled, ”Hey! You G.o.dd.a.m.n little p.r.i.c.k tease, get back here!” She heard a crash, then a string of swear words as she tore down the stairs, the key pressed tightly inside her fist. The cuffs had looked strong, but for all she knew they were just a toy, made to pop open under enough force. He could be seconds behind her. She didn't look back to find out. Pulling the front door wide, she bolted into the night.
And tripped over the crouched body of a man.
Somersaulting head over heels, she ended up flat on her b.u.t.t on Senator Creighton's front lawn, staring at the man. Staring at his gun.
Dark hair. The blond man's partner?
”Miss Sutherland?”
Breath seeped back into her lungs as she recognized the respectful tones of the Secret Service. ”About time,” she said, sagging.
She'd been rescued, mere seconds after rescuing herself. Lauren closed her eyes with relief, then tensed as a distant vibration rapidly turned into the roar of a car bearing down on the house.
Rubber screamed against cement, a long, high-pitched noise that raised the hairs on her neck at the same time as it thrilled her heart. The car flung itself into a ninety-degree turn in front of the Creighton house, rocking to rest on the gra.s.s, headlights blinding.
”Lauren!” A yell came from behind the lights.
”Drew?” She stood, squinting, holding her arm up to s.h.i.+eld her eyes from the glare. It didn't help. Two circles of white filled her vision, with black to either side. She couldn't find him. Uncertain, she stared into the light, waiting.
Hurtling out of the darkness beside the headlights, Drew scooped her into his arms, crus.h.i.+ng her to him.
”Lauren! Thank G.o.d, you're safe!”
Frantic kisses brushed her brow and pressed against the side of her head. Choking on a sob of relief, she tucked her face beside his neck, clinging tightly while aftershocks of fear trembled through her. For a few seconds she simply breathed in the smell of him, thrilled that she could know him by just that one sense, that the feelings he stirred were so familiar and so safe.
Drew's hands touched her face, coaxing her head back so he could look at her. In the bright light, she watched as the last jagged edge of worry disappeared from his eyes.
”Oh, G.o.d, Lauren,” he moaned and took her mouth in a fierce kiss. She fell into it, opening to him, soaking in the need that seemed equal to her own. She wrapped her arms around Drew's shoulders, and gave back in pa.s.sion what she didn't dare say in words.
Words like I love you I love you.
”Creighton!”
They parted as Drew looked toward the house. Chapman stood in the doorway, motioning at Drew to come inside.
”Get over here. You gotta see this for yourself, or you'll never believe it.”
He gave Lauren a puzzled look. ”Do you know what he's talking about?”
”Well, um, maybe.”
Her admission appeared to cause concern. Taking her hand in a firm grip, Drew pulled her along as he followed Chapman inside and up the stairs.
She had to admit to being curious. There had been that crash behind her as she'd fled, and the headboard had looked awfully st.u.r.dy...
She b.u.mped into Drew as he came to an abrupt halt at the entrance to his dad's bedroom, staring. Paul Pierson stood beside the bed, naked body pale except for the livid red of his face, furiously tugging at the cuffs holding him to the headboard. The overturned nightstand had spilled a variety of s.e.x toys across the carpet.
Chapman smirked. ”Seems your girlfriend had a little fun at the senator's expense.”
Drew turned amazed eyes on Lauren. ”You did that?”
Lauren stared, then tried to hide a smile. She wouldn't have called it fun fun, but she couldn't deny responsibility. ”I guess I did.”
Pierson looked up at their voices, his scowl turning darker as he spotted Lauren. ”You! You'll pay for this, you little b.i.t.c.h. Trying to humiliate a United States senator-you won't get away with it.”
Drew dropped her hand and stalked toward Pierson. ”I beg your pardon, Senator Senator,” he said, his voice dangerously calm. ”What did you call Miss Sutherland?”
Pierson turned on him, aiming his fury at a new target. ”You heard me. And you're both going to hear from my lawyers.”