His Dancer by Darcy Rose
Ace
Putting a hand to the side of my neck, I lean back and crack it. Before me sits Leanna Rawlings. Her boring, square face is a splotchy mess. Her hair is tangled up in a ponytail that lists too far to one side, and tear tracks race down her full cheeks.
"Please," she begs. "I don't know. I don't know where he is. I promise I'm—"
"Stop." She hiccups out another sob as I move toward her. "I don't want to hear anything out of your fucking mouth but the truth, Leanna."
"I-I am t-telling the truth," she insists.
I don't know how some women do it, but every time I'm in this situation, they always try this. It's almost as if they have some magical ability that allows them to convulse in hyperventilation. Crocodile tears fall down her face. I don't like hurting women; I never have, but that doesn't mean I don't recognize that they can be just as dangerous as men. Oftentimes, even more so.
"Where is your brother?" I ask again, and before she can repeat the same sob story she's tried to blubber to me over the past few minutes, I hold up a hand. "And before you think you can get away with lying to me..." I reach into my pocket and withdraw a knife, flicking the little lever against the spine, allowing it to slide out right in front of her face. "Just know that I'm getting quite tired of your attempts to fool me."
Behind me, the door opens. Leanna's gaze shifts over my shoulder, and I hear a short curse from one of my men. "Sir..." I glance up and turn back. Standing there, in the doorway, is Cara. Her eyes are wide, her lips parted in surprise as she takes in the scene before her.
A growl slides out of my throat. "Get her out of here," I snap.
"Wait!" Cara rushes toward me. "I—"
"You shouldn't be in here," I cut her off, grabbing her arm as she reaches my side. I tug her away from Leanna and glare at one of my men, Devin. "Get. Her. Out. Of. Here." I repeat the words, and he jumps forward. The second his fingers reach out to grip her other arm, however, I stop him. "And make no mistake, if you leave a bruise on her, I'll make you wish for death," I growl out.
"No, Ace, please," Cara begs. Her eyes fill with tears, and she jerks her gaze back and forth between Leanna and me. "She's my friend."
I arch a brow. "She's the reason I took you instead of her the first time," I point out.
"T-That was an accident," she insists. "She had something to do. I was just filling in. She didn’t know. It was your men—" She winces as my hand tightens around her arm in anger. Immediately, I loosen my grip. Her words are a reminder, though. She's right. It was my men who made the mistake. "Ace." Her tone turns softer as she gazes up at me, pleading, hopeful. Does she think I'm a good man? I'm not. "Please," she begs.
"I can't release her."
"T-Then let me talk to her," she suddenly says instead. "Maybe I can convince her to tell you what you want to know. You don't have to hurt her."
I narrow my eyes on Cara's face, trying to search for any sign of deceit. Her eyes are wide open and fixed firmly on me. "You want to help me, Cara?" I ask.
She nods emphatically. "Yes, please, Ace..." Her hand reaches up and hovers over my chest. "I can help you. I can help her."
My eyes trail beyond her to Devin. I jerk my chin to the side, and he gets the message. Devin releases her, and then one by one, each of the men in the room file out. Turning so that Cara is facing away from her friend and her attention is solely on me, I flip the knife in my hand closed and reach back, setting it on the desk just behind me. "If you truly want to help me, Cara, then you can't back out of this," I warn her, keeping my voice low. I glance up at Leanna's face. Her brows are furrowed as she stares at the back of Cara's head, but when they shift over to me, and she realizes I'm watching her, she blanches and lowers her gaze to the floor. That won't do.
"I won't," Cara says.
Oh, Cara,I think. Sweet, innocent Cara. Since that first night, I've been kind to her. Considerate. Something I've never been with another woman. Maybe after tonight, she'll realize just how deviant I can be, though. A part of me can't wait to find out. I want to pick her apart and see her reaction. Will she falter under the darkness … or will she flourish?
"Last chance to back out," I warn her.
Cara pulls back and looks up at me with a frown fixed firmly in place. "I'm not doing it," she snaps. "I'm not backing out."
For the first time in a long time, tingles of excitement race through me. Something sinister and depraved. "Go close the door," I order her.
She nods and then hurries toward the door, shutting it, and I feel the edges of my lips twitch as she flips the lock. As if that would keep my men out if they needed to get to me.
"Come here." I hold out my hand, and with a shuddering breath, Cara moves toward me, her arm lifting. "We're going to show your friend…" I glare at the woman in question, who appears to shrivel under my gaze. Pathetic. Not at all like young, sweet, headstrong Cara. "Exactly what will happen to her if she doesn't talk."
Cara's hand lands firmly in mine, and I close my fingers over it before she can take it back. "What do you mean?" she asks with a frown. A small, cute little v forms between her brows.
"You're going to get on your knees," I inform her, "and you're going to suck my cock."
Her lips pop open, and when she tries to rip her hand from mine, I tighten my hold and use it to pull her closer. "I'm not—" She glances back at her friend before returning her attention to me. Red rushes over her cheeks as she shakes her head. "N-No. I can't do that in front of—"
"Then she will," I interrupt her.
"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.
