Lick of Darkness ~ Book One in the Lucifer's Play Ground Series ~ (excerpt)

Lick of Darkness

Book One in the Lucifer's Play Ground Series

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EXCERPT ...

Once the roller door was completely down, I opened the door, and headed straight to the very front of the garage. I grabbed the big fridge trolley I had waiting for me. Rolling it down the side of my car. I left it at the back before I opened his door.

His bulky body fell half out of the car, and I grinned. Leaning across the front of him, I pressed the release button on his seatbelt. The sudden release jolted his limp body, and he fell into me.

Holy fuck, this scum bag is heavy, I groused, catching him.

With my arms wrapped around him, I tried to jostle him back into the seat. Finally, he was slumped in it. Breathing heavily from exertion, I grabbed the trolley from the back of the car, and rolled it in before I laid it down. Gravity was going to help me get him on top of it. At least, that’s what I hoped.

After struggling for over an hour, I finally had Bryce Caldwell exactly where I wanted him.

I stood back, and surveyed my efforts, puffing and panting from the strenuous workout I’d just had.

I hadn’t factored his weight into the equation.

Bryce was bound to the leather bench he was laying on. His arms stretched out above his head, his wrists tied together, and secured firmly to the shackle welded to the metal structure beneath.

Both his legs were tied individually to cater for the separation of the join in the lower half of the bench. I love the way the bench pulls apart the legs of anyone laying on the top, I grinned excitedly.

Using two fingers, I checked the pulse in his neck. The slow, and steady beat fluttering beneath the tips of my fingers indicated he was still alive. I knew he was going to sleep for at least ten hours.

It was time I catch some shuteye, too. The adrenaline pumping through my body for the last couple of hours was beginning to take a toll on me. I brought my hand up to cover my mouth when I yawned.

I need to get a few hours of sleep. I exited my secret room, and pulled the door shut, locking it.

Heading up to my room, my steps dragged. I was more tired than I thought. As I walked through the doorway, I started stripping off my outfit.

The wig was thrown haphazardly on top of a cupboard I passed. My fingers made short work of the leather bustier, and I flung it to the floor.

My mini skirt followed, and I peeled the thigh highs down my legs, slipping the stilettos off with the stockings curled up inside them.

I pulled down the covers on my bed, and crawled in under the sheet.

Within minutes, I was asleep.

*****

Balancing the tray on the palm of my hand, I gingerly turned the key in the lock of my converted room. After carefully walking in, I turned, and pushed the door shut, sliding the bolt across before relocking it. I heard moaning coming from behind me.

“What in the fuck…,” his croaky voice trailed off, and I brought the tray over to set it down on the bench. He lifted his head up, and stared at me, his gaze taking in my leather corset, and bob-style wig. “How in the fuck did I get here?” he asked, screwing his nose up in confusion. “Where in the fuck IS here?” he asked more pointedly, and I grinned.

Without answering him, I wandered off to retrieve the stool. After wheeling it over, I sat on the seat, and placed the tray down on my lap.

“If you wish to ask a question, you will do so correctly,” I responded sternly. “You will say ‘I have a question, Mistress.’ As you are now so obviously at my mercy, you will address me as Mistress Hellion, or just plain Mistress. Nod, if you understand.” He opened his mouth, and I cocked one brow. Something in my expression must have alerted him not to upset me, and he closed it again. But his scathing look pierced through me. I brushed his look off. How he felt, didn’t concern me. I couldn’t care less. “I will give you one opportunity to ask me - and every time you speak to me, you will call me Mistress.” He snorted derisively, and I raised my brows. “Look around you, Bryce. Take in exactly where you are,” I instructed snappily.

His eyes darted away from shooting daggers at me to roam through the room, and across the walls. His puzzled expression gave way to complete understanding when he saw all the various implements hanging on the wall, and I was sure I saw a little fear flicker through his eyes. His eyes landed back on me.

“Where in the hell am I?” he paused, then bit out, “Mistress.”

“You’re in a room designed to be your worst nightmare, and your most pleasurable dream, all rolled into one,” I smirked. Nodding my head at the whips curled up in a row on the far wall, my eyes danced with a deep-seated need to feel the bumps of the plaits in the leather handle clenched in the palm of my hand. “Those over there will be used to correct any behavior from you that I deem inappropriate.” His eyes darted back to the wall for a brief second. When they focused back on me, they were swords that he wanted to drive into my heart. Pursing my lips, I noisily kissed the air between us. “Now, it’s time for you to eat.” Picking up the fork, I stabbed it into the carbonara flavored chicken, and brought the creamy piece of meat up to his lips. “You’re going to need your energy,” I cajoled, the fork poised at the seam of his lips.

My arm was beginning to ache, and I thought he wasn’t going to comply. Then, he opened his mouth, and I slipped the food in. He closed his lips over the top of the fork, and I pulled, extracting it as his teeth grazed down the prongs. The fork came out empty, and he began to chew.

Total silence ensued while I casually hand fed Bryce. His gaze never left mine the whole time.

Once the plate was empty, I got up, and walked over to place the tray out of the way. On my return, I reached out one finger, and traced it down the length of Bryce’s side. I had to admit; he’d worked hard. His body was hardened muscle.

Don’t suppose there’s much else to do in prison, I surmised in a snarky tone. When I got down near his pelvic area, my finger wandered over to slide down the length of his flaccid cock, from tip, to root. I grinned when I was rewarded with a slight jerk of awakening.

“I want out of here,” he ground out, his biceps tensing while he tried to wriggle his wrists free.

With a sigh, I left Bryce, and walked directly over to the wall housing my whips. He wasn’t at the stage of earning a scar or two yet, so I chose the crop hanging to one side.

“You know,” I drawled on my way back over to him. “I may change your mind about that, and the way you speak to me.”

Bryce yelled out when I brought the end of the crop down across his relaxed stomach. The slap of the leather hitting his flesh rung out a crisp crack.

“Fuck!”

“Speak to me properly, and I’ll stop,” I mused softly, and raised the crop for another swat across his now tense abs.

“Fuck off,” he growled, and I sliced the air until it landed down on his torso with another resounding crack. His stomach flinched, and he yelled again. “Fucking stop,” he demanded. Raising my arm, I sliced the air again, and slammed the end down on his tensed flesh.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Bryce - I didn’t hear two magic words.”

I raised the crop again, ready to strike.

“No more, Mistress,” he bit out like he was spitting out something nasty he had in his mouth.

I landed another harsh one.

“I only heard one magic word,” I teased, poised with another stinging strike.

“No more … please … mistress,” he uttered through clenched teeth while flames practically shot out of his eyes.

“Now you’re getting the hang of it,” I praised, twirling the handle of the crop in my raised hand. I landed the last swat, putting more force behind my slap. “That’s to remind you just who has the power here,” I advised sternly above his growl of pain.

His stomach flinched when I placed the tips of my fingers on the warm patches of crimson springing to life across his abdomen.

Abruptly snatching my fingers away from caressing the warmth, I strode over to the discarded tray, and fetched the bottle of water I had for him. On my way back over to him, I twisted the lid off. Standing to one side, I brought the bottle up near his mouth.

“Drink this,” I ordered sharply. “You’re going to need to be hydrated for this afternoon.”

He lifted his head from the padded bench, and drank greedily when I tipped it against his lips.

I was entranced with watching his prominent Adams apple bobbing furiously as he sucked down the contents. He has such a strong throat.

Taking the bottle away, Bryce sucked in air. He looked at the bottle greedily, and I placed it back up against his lips. When it was empty, I pulled it away, and he laid his head back down.

“I’m going to leave you to digest all that you’ve consumed - it’s not a good idea to play on an empty stomach.”

I picked up the discarded crop, and returned it to the wall.

“What do you mean, play?” he asked sarcastically, and I spun around, pinning him with my most evil look. “Mistress,” he added with a touch more sarcasm, and I narrowed my eyes.

“You’ll do well to remember your place here,” I warned. “Behave yourself, and you’ll experience a level of pleasure you’ve never been to before - but mouth off at me again, and you’ll get a whole other, different sort of experience.”

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