AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The day’s activities ran through my head. Games. We’d played eye spy even, and managed to find things we hadn’t known were in the room. Like cracks in the wall. It had been ridiculous but fun. We’d both ended up laughing, for a while forgetting the circumstances of our imprisonment.
Yet another side to this woman.
I smiled in the dark. If the men I’d commanded had seen me doing that they would’ve poked fun. I recalled her hesitant giggle, the curve of her ear when she bent to stare at the cross I’d drawn with water, and the glimpse of what lay between her legs when she forgot to keep that skimpy dress pulled down and her thighs together. Not that I didn’t have that etched into my memory already.
I glanced over. She’d wedged her arm under her pillow and was muttering into the pillow. I lifted my head to look at the quiet lines of her face. I doubted I could kill a woman. Not Jazmine. Already I knew her too well. She seemed so vulnerable in these empty hours of the night...and so passionate when she was tied up, whipped, and welted with my marks.
Jesus. I’d done some of the nastiest, kinkiest things I’d done to anyone, ever, to her. My cock swelled at the thought.
I sighed and rolled over. This was going to be a long night.
Morning came. Her eyelids rose, and she focused on me, peeking suspiciously, frowning, like she’d found a lion on her bedroom floor.
“Morning.”
“Morning.” Wincing, she levered herself onto her elbow then rubbed at her eyes. Her smirk seemed to take in more than just me as a person. There was a distinct sexual vibe to how she studied me. Interesting. “Have you drawn my bath and polished the Rolls Royce?”
Someone had decided I was safer than she’d thought I was yesterday. Good. I wasn’t about to remind her of my bad side.
“The only bath I’ve ever drawn was probably with crayons when I was six, but if you want to lend me a Rolls, I promise I’ll polish it.”
“Hmm.” She swung her legs down. “Not sure I’ll trust you with my car yet.”
There was a subtle psychological message in that. Trust. All my cop interrogation techniques came to the fore. Win their trust then get them to spill their guts.
Domkop. She’s a fellow prisoner, not a criminal. Still. I did need to see her back.
I eyed her from under my brows, and decided not to take the bait. We could dance around a bit more with that idea before I’d push it.
I sat up and scrubbed my hands through my hair, stretching out some of the cricks in my back and limbs.
“Blêrrie hell. I’m going to suggest we swap tonight. You can have the floor.”
Her flippant, “Wrestle you for it,” as she stood, made me wonder why she was pushing this. It was almost like she was flirting.
I climbed to my feet too. “I doubt you’re fit enough for that.”
And I could beat you with my little finger, have you pinned to the floor, squirming under me.
Fok. The notions she gave me, almost every five seconds.
Looking down at her, did what it had a few times since they’d stuck me in this room with her – reminded me of her in that other room. But I wasn’t some cave man governed by his dick. I could just say no and leave it in my imagination.
“Turn around, Pieter. I need to use the toilet.”
“And after that, I want to look at your back.”
“No.”
I angled my head and she shrugged.
“I’ll put some ointment on myself.”
As if she could reach properly.
Soon. Soon I’d get her to let me. It was pretty essential.
I was pleased that she didn’t look at all as if she doubted I’d look away. Except, when I went over to piss, I had the distinct feeling that she was staring at me. After years in the force and in the jungle fighting terrorists, my sixth sense was damn reliable.
