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"Part your legs." He pushed my skirt up and tucked the hem of it into the waistband, exposing me.
"How am I supposed to do that when they're cuffed to the chair legs?"
He took the other nipple and squeezed and twisted even harder. "This ends today, Annie. Either you submit or we end the contract."
I stared at him, mouth open. Just days ago I didn't have any contact with Cole St. Martin and now I'd had sex with him again and been hurt and humiliated by him again, had already started fantasizing about what I so didn't like when it was actually happening.
He was still watching me. "Spread. Your. Legs."
I separated my knees, as widely as I could. It ached, straining across the bonds. I didn't think I'd opened up much, given how I was sitting, but he nodded.
"We need to get you shaved down again," he said.
The blush was so hard and fast it nearly left me nauseated.
Cole seemed to pull himself together. His gaze sharpened and he picked up the crop he'd used on my boobs. I shivered, wishing I could pull away. The tip of the crop was very thin, very whippy flexible and of very heavy leather. I never wanted to feel it connecting with a nipple again, it was like a bee sting.
I couldn't help wondering what it would feel like wielded between my legs.
Cole tapped the business end of the crop against my nipples, not hard enough to hurt, but with enough intent I stopped breathing. "You're very brave and you're very stupid and you're out of your mind if you think you're going to be able to go after the traffickers and not get hurt."
"Maybe," I said, still too angry to think cleverly. "But you don't have to hurt me."
He swatted my breast for that. Not even hard but I cried out. Cole tilted his head to the side, considering, then leaned over and snapped the crop between my legs.
I screamed. He'd caught me just right, hitting the exact thing I wouldn't want him to. For about a minute there was nothing but me appreciating the severe throb and burn of what he'd done.
Trying to decide if I ever wanted to do anything to have him do that again.
Cole crouched down in front of me, using the handle of the crop to drive up between my legs, just entering me.
"Do I have your attention?"
It was hard to think past how shiny wet that handle was going to come out again.
"Yes, sir." It was grudging but it was there.
"Good." He elongated the word, clearly sarcastic. "You've got mine. Tell me what you want to do about this judge. About the system you believe is in place. Because I believe you're right."
It took a second to round my thoughts back up. The crop now just resting between my thighs was distracting, as was Cole's super close presence.
But he gave me just enough time and I nodded and started. "I think there's a system. I believe it's through the guards who are both county law enforcement and private security. No offense to anyone you have here, but my guess would be it's the private security that works the metal detector and the like who are part of this."
He nodded and to my surprise, agreed.
"Even though the judge was clearly a person who had power in the situation, the way he could order them to give him so much time and then come get me, I'm guessing it's bigger than him."
"Why?" He twisted the handle and it entered me, making me gasp. He seemed unaware.
"Because he was too confident in his power."
Cole gave me a look. "That sounds backwards."
I nodded at him. "I know. That's why it makes sense."
He was recovering from whatever anger had driven him, because he laughed at that. "Not to me. Explain before I beat it out of you."
There was no intent behind his voice.
