"What?" Cara's tone goes cold.
My smile widens. It hasn't been long, but it seems I'm not the only one with possessive tendencies. "Either you get on your knees and suck my cock," I tell her, keeping my voice low so that Leanna can't hear, "or your friend will. I'd prefer you if that makes you feel any better since you're the reason I'm turned on to begin with." I push myself against her front, letting her belly feel the hard length of my cock through our clothes. "But Leanna's lack of cooperation has me feeling quite irritated right now. I can't promise to be gentle." I stare down at her, reaching up and cupping the back of Cara's head as I tilt her face toward me. "So," I hedge, raising my voice, "what will it be?"
There's a beat of quiet in the room, and then she nods slightly. No words, but that's fine. I don't need them. Something delicious wicked settles in my soul when I place a bit of pressure on the back of her head, and she begins to move down, going to her knees before me. I pause for a moment to relish the sight of this. Cara’s head tips back, and she looks up at me, eyes narrowed. She’s angry, but that’s okay because I see something else inside that gaze of hers. Curiosity. Heat. Desire. I lean back against the desk as her hands go to the front of my slacks.
Her fingers shake as she frees me from the confines of my pants, trembling not with distaste but with awareness. The knowledge that we’re not alone. I wonder how she’d tremble if I stripped her bare and fucked her in front of a room full of men. I bet she’d come harder than she ever has in her life.
I suck in a breath as her hands close over my cock. They're warm, soft, and light. I almost feel sorry for her. I meant what I said. I don't expect to be gentle with her. My eyes shoot up to Leanna whose gaze has returned to the back of Cara's head with a stunned, almost horrified look.
A warm breath rushes over the head of my cock, and I settle back with a groan as she cups the base. My fingers slip between the strands of her hair. "Open your mouth," I demand.
Cara's lips part, and I don't hesitate to move forward, shoving my cock between them. Another groan rockets up my chest as the feel of wet heat surrounds my dick. I stroke the side of her head. She moves almost clumsily. She is untried. Inexperienced. That doesn't make it any less enticing. In fact, as I push forward slowly but surely until I reach the back of her throat, it only makes me want to do even more to her than she's ever experienced.
Both of my hands are on her head as I grip her skull tightly. It's cruel, I know, to do this to her, but I have a point to make. She shouldn’t have interrupted. The women in my world must know their place. I want her to be mine, but this is what being mine entails. I thrust into her waiting mouth roughly, enjoying the choking noises she makes as I push my dick straight toward the back of her throat over and over again. Drool slips from between her lips where they tighten around the base of my cock when I come to rest there, letting her get used to the feel of my shaft on her tongue.
“Watch your teeth,” I growl when she accidentally slips. Her eyes lift to mine, and I smile, feeling like both a fool and a cruel master. “There’s a good girl,” I tell her as she settles more comfortably, and her lips and tongue are back. “That’s right…” I moan. “Suck it, baby.” I shove more insistently until a hard wall of heated flesh stops me in my tracks.
Cara's hands push against the front of my thighs, and she gags. The feeling of her throat involuntarily convulsing around my dick is almost enough to make me shoot off right there, but I don't. I pull back, let her have a breath, and then return.
"Look at me," I command.
Cara's eyes shoot upward. They're full of tears and fear and … something else. Oh, yes. My sweet girl is just as depraved as I am. She likes this. Knowing that is too much excitement. Using my hold on her head, I yank her off my cock and thrust back in, again and again. Tears fall down her beautiful cheeks and collect with the drool dripping from her chin onto the floor beneath us. I don’t know what it is about a woman’s tears—about Cara’s tears—but the sight makes my heart beat faster, the blood in my veins pumping with extra strength. She gags and chokes on my cock. I've never seen anything so arousing as the stretched fullness of her lips as she tries to take as much of me as she can.
I can feel it coming. My orgasm racing forward. Almost … al-fucking-most. I pause, shoving my cock all the way back in. Her little fists batter against the front of my legs, but I don't care. I hold myself there, emptying my load down her sweet throat, feeling spurt after spurt shoot right into her belly. Now, she’s marked in a way she won’t forget, and I already can’t wait to do it again.
When I look up, Leanna is crying and struggling against her restraints. "Please," she begs. "Stop hurting her. I-I'll tell you whatever you want. I'll tell you where my brother is."
I finish coming down Cara's throat and pull out. As soon as I do, she collapses against the floor, gasping for breath. "No need to tell me anymore, Leanna," I inform her as I tuck myself back into my slacks and lean down to lift Cara into my arms as she struggles to regain her breath. I shoot Leanna a cruel grin. "You'll be telling my subordinates exactly what I want to know."
I stride toward the door, flip the lock and then move out into the hall where the others are waiting. "She's ready to talk," I say as Cara turns her face into my chest, hiding her bruised lips and red cheeks as she circles her arms around my neck. "Gather what information we need and go find him. Don't report back to me until you have David in custody."
With that, I turn and walk away, taking my prize with me.