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"And your big break comes through the door, all handcuffs and gags."
I cocked a finger gun at him. "You got it."
Cole looked amused. "Don't be pointing that thing at me. It could go off."
"Not loaded," I said, glancing at my finger.
Cole adopted a stern face but under it I could see his eyes darkening. He wasn't finished with me. "Never assume it's not loaded. Holster it, Annie."
I sucked in a breath. Was he asking me –?
Telling me –?
"Play with yourself. Make yourself come."
My face flamed. My hands started to shake. I hated this. It was such a male thing, so degrading, such a violation. "Sir."
He was crouching in front of me again, the knife out in his hands. I sucked my breath in but he was just cutting away the remnants of the skirt, cutting away the panties he'd shoved aside. Clearly he wasn't releasing my legs.
"Play with yourself." He picked up the crop. "Use it."
I had no misapprehension about how he meant that. I took the crop from him and licked my lips, locked my eyes to his, and slid the handle of the crop up into myself. One hand kept it moving, the other hand played, carefully, so he could see. Mark had liked this, had sometimes handed me a vibrator and sat back to watch. I'd never felt anything but dirty and stupid.
This time I felt humiliated and helpless in addition to dirty and stupid.
And hot. And needy. And my hips were starting to move, Cole was starting to blur, my hands were moving faster and I was making involuntary sounds, little cries for air.
I came so hard I didn't even care if we finished the plan.
So of course Cole St. Martin, sadist and freak, dressed me in the cloak again, took the crop away, sat down properly behind his desk, and totally finished figuring out the plan with me.
Sadists.
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Cole
It was decided she'd use the Lily persona. Why not? Annie Knox had retired from Seattle PD. If anyone in the loose world of drugs and motorcycles ever went looking for her, she had just vanished off the face of the earth. It happened. Probably it would be determined within whatever community was looking that she had died. Overdosed. Gotten herself killed. Or killed herself. Annie as Lily had defended girls who assumed she was their age, but they all had their own problems. Probably it was more than safe enough.
Annie was familiar with the Lily cover. She wouldn't need it for long. Because as soon as they took her, I guessed they'd be less than interested in who she was. If they found out she was someone else, they wouldn't care. Probably a lot of girls they took were using different names. It would matter if they found out she was a cop, but neither of us thought it likely. She had quit, her files were sealed because she had been undercover. Plus Lily had never been tripped up.
"The hardest part is going to be getting caught," she said over dinner.
I was still punishing her, so her dinner was fresh white fish and a green salad with water for a drink. As her punishments went, it sucked, because I was in the mood for pizza. I wasn't quite sadist enough to eat it in front of her, though, and not quite foolish enough to not think Annie Knox might launch herself across the table at me and fight me for the slice of pepperoni.
"How is getting caught going to be difficult?" We'd settled on shoplifting, because retailers did press charges and judges would hear the cases.
"Making it convincing," she said. She was involved in cutting a piece of fish into smaller and smaller bites, then pushing them around the plate as if they were small enough, they'd just vanish.
"You're going to eat that," I said. I was half hoping she wouldn't. The idea of what she had in mind made me anxious. Anxious didn't bring out the playful side of me. It brought out the side that made me want to make her scream. The fact that I already had didn't matter.
Annie said yes, sir without really paying attention. "It has to seem like I was really trying to get away with whatever it is. Really steal whatever we decide on."
There was no way to complain about it, but every time she said "We" I heard an "I" in its place. She was humoring me. She considered this her show.
"Annie."
She looked up, the ridiculous cloak falling around her shoulders, doing a remarkably good job of keeping her covered up.
