DARK BLISS (Dangerous Games,) (16 page)

He turned to
Claudia’s husband and asked for permission to lower her panties, which was quickly given. The same female crew member ran out and pulled them down, revealing a  shaven vagina. Rock stepped close and drew a finger along her slit, close but never touching. A small lightning storm erupted and tiny bolts shot to her folds.

“Ahhh!”
she cried, bucking and jerking on the cross. “Oh, my
God!
”

“Do you like that,
Claudia?”

“Oh, God!
Yes!
It feels incredible!”

“
I felt it too,” Rock told the audience, but only on my finger, so nowhere as intensely.” He played with her some more and the cameraman did a close-up. On the screen above them, the audience watched rapt as purple sparks played along Claudia’s red, wet folds. She instinctively pushed toward Rock and he withdrew his finger to keep the distance.

“I don’t think I’m giving anything away if I tell you that this lady is
hot!
” he said. The audience broke into applause and several cheered. “Now as an ordinary male animal,” he continued. “
I’m
turned on too and what I want to do is insert my finger into her. I’m resisting that because, just like the wand, once we’re touching, the electric charge is gone. No, that’s not right. What I mean to say is that she no longer
feels
the electric charge. I’ll explain.”

He took his hand away and turned to the husband. “Brad, will you come over here for a moment?”

“Gladly.” Brad quickly joined them.

“I want you to stand
beside Claudia, close enough to touch her, only don’t.”

Brad
took a place next to his wife. “Now ordinarily,” said Rock. “I wouldn’t ask this of someone I’d only known a few moments, but under the circumstances, I feel I’m not out of line. Brad, would you give me permission to stick my finger in your wife’s pussy?”

The crowd laughed and they laughed again when Brad cheerfully replied, “So long as it’s only in the in
terest of science.”

“It’s in the interest of the art and science of erotica. Thank you, Brad.”
Rock slipped his finger into Claudia’s slit. She gasped and groaned.

“
Claudia, how does that feel?”

“It feels very nice, Master.”

“Good, but do you feel anything else. I mean like what you’ve
been
feeling?”

“No, just a little warmth, Master.
No electric charge.”

“
Right, because now you’ve become part of the electric field too. As far as the current is concerned, you and I are one thing. Now, Brad, I want you to hold out a finger and extend it to Claudia, toward her shoulder so that the audience has a clear view. Don’t actually touch her, just come as close as you can. Go slow.”

Brad complied, moving his finger closer and close
r to his wife until, almost touching, a small purple bolt passed from her to him. He yipped and jumped backward. The audience roared.

“Did that hurt, Brad?” asked Rock.

“No. No it didn’t,” he said with a sheepish laugh. “I was just surprised is all.”

“Do it again.”

This time Brad stayed still when the purple bolts erupted. After a count of ten, Rock told the audience. “Now I’m going to reluctantly remove my finger from this gracious lady.”

He did
so and the lighting vanished. “I pulled the plug, so to speak. I’m still electrified but she isn’t. Thank you, Brad! I’m going to let you have more fun in a moment but you’ll have to wait.”

“
For this, I can wait all night!” said Brad, returning to the side of the stage amid applause.

“
All
  of me is electrified,” said Rock. “So I can do more than use my fingers on Claudia.” He gestured to the cameraman, who moved in as he bent to her breast and stuck out his tongue, moving slowly closer.

The screen above
showed a tight shot of Claudia’s brown nipple and his red tongue, just as purple sparks jumped between them. Then it showed Rock’s tongue withdraw and his white teeth almost close around Claudia’s nipple.
“
Oh God
!”
she screeched.

Rock stood and smiled
. He turned off the contact probe and a helper came out to unwrap it from his body. “The possibilities of this wand,” he told the audience, “are limited only by your imagination and a regard for common sense. Now the last type of play we’re going to explore is called indirect application. That’s when we ‘hotwire’ the sub herself.”

The helper wrapped the cable around Claudia’s waist and Rock turned it on.
“A moment ago,” he said. “Claudia was in an electric field, but only so long as she was attached to me. Now
she’s
the field. Reverse application is basically the same as indirect application except the sub and not the dom is charged. Now I could demonstrate all the things this makes possible with a live wire like Claudia but I don’t want to hog all the fun. Brad has been a terrific sport, so I’m going to put him in charge. I’m sure he’ll know what to do. Won’t you, Brad?”

“You bet!”

Rock turned to the audience. “This is my first appearance in two years as Dom Miguel and I was a little nervous, but you’ve been wonderful and I really appreciate it. I also want to thank Claudia for her candor and for her readiness to play sub for me. So, Claudia, did you learn anything from
this
demonstration?”

“
Yes,
” said Claudia happily. “I learned we’re going to get a violet wand right away! Thank you, Master! We’ll gladly pay another babysitter to see your next demo!”

The audience burst into
applause as Rock waved and left the stage to the sounds of Claudia moaning from her husband’s ministrations.

People showered him with congratulations as he walked to the bar.
The two owners were delighted. “Great!” enthused Theo. “Terrific show. I’m sorry Luna couldn’t come but the girl you got went over big.”

“Yeah, she was all right,” said Rock without a similar enthusiasm. After several more minutes of chat, he excused himself and went to the restroom. On the way, he passed Jamie McQueen. Their eyes met and Rock nodded slightly.

He was standing in front of a urinal when McQueen entered the restroom. He took a position next to Rock and unzipped, gesturing toward the toilet stalls with a quizzical look.

“
Empty,” said Rock. “We’re alone. Roxy left yet?”

“Just before your show ended. She made a flashy exit so people
would know she was leaving. Smart girl, learns quick. Real stage presence too. Has she ever acted?”

“No idea. She take our cab?”

“Yeah, just like arranged. Looks like a real one but the driver’s one of us. I’ve got a deep tail on it so we’ll know if anyone follows it.”

“Good. You spot anyone interesting?”

“Two. One already left. We’ve got his license plate but someone’s tailing him anyway. We’ll do the same with the other whenever he takes off. I don’t think either will pan out though.”

“Harmless kooks?”

“Too weird to be entirely harmless but also too weird to be working for Oberon. He’d never hire somebody that would stand out. On the plus side, the team did well. No glitches. Everyone knew his job, especially you. You put on a good show.”

“You sound
disappointed.”

“I’m doing my best to keep this professional,
Raptor,” McQueen said stiffly.

“
All right, you are. I apologize.”

“Not necessary.”

“I’m going on home unless you have something for me.”

“Nothing. Go on.”

“What comes after this?”

“I’ll phone Kookaburra
with an unofficial report in the morning, just to let him know how it went. Luna should be out of the hospital sometime tomorrow. You and I should meet with her and the three of us will decide on her replacement. I’m not looking forward to that.”

“Me neither but it’s got to be done. She ought to be kept on the team though, undercover if she wants. She’ll have to wash that dye out though. Even if she’s not doing the demo, that hair looks too much like bait.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure it’s that simple. Might be she can’t just wash it out.”

“Well, she can wear a wig. I mean, a wig that doesn’t look like a wig. Anyway, that’s her problem
and she created it herself. Luna likes attention. That’s why she wanted to do the demo.”

“She wanted to work with you, Rock. You know that.”

“Well, I can’t help that. Listen, I want to start this tour right away. How soon can we be set up?”

“We’ve got three more dates already, so we launch next week. Ask Harvey for a copy of tonight’s video.”

“That’s already in the works.”

“Good. We can edit that and use if for promotion.”

“Thought of that too. You’ve got someone that can do it?”

“Yeah,
good at it too. Once they see that, every club in the country will want to book you. The plan right now is a dozen towns but we might bump it up. We’ll do smaller cities on weekdays, big ones on weekends. The team for this is pretty big itself, thirteen people. It’s going to be like a rock tour, except no bus. Well, surveillance can travel together but not undercovers, not even on the plane. You and whoever we get for your sub can travel together but you should have separate hotel rooms. The idea is you’re performers, not a couple. Also we’ll need to let the local cops know we’re in town. Lots of details. It’ll be a complicated operation. Expensive too, which tells you how much Zookeeper wants Oberon.”

“We all do,” said Rock grimly. He zipped up and left.

O
nce
back at the hotel, I tried to calm down as I waited for Rock. Our show had left me sore but exhilarated and despite the pain, not a little aroused. The second show, the one he’d improvised with the female spectator, also excited me, though it made me more than a little jealous. I watched it while I circulated in the bar area, chatting with people and declining drinks. The ham in me loved being the center of attention but I was also apprehensive at the thought that somewhere someone might be eyeing me as a prospective plaything, an unwilling one.
Been there, done that.
My resolve to help catch Oberon was weaker now that I was actually bait on the hook.

I felt a little better when I saw Jaime McQueen in the crowd, looking as
inconspicuous as it was possible for a blonde hunk with smooth moves and a hot outfit. I wondered absently if Jaime was bisexual. He wasn’t at all effeminate but there was something silkily soft about him that I could see appealing to gays. For that matter, I saw several gays ogling Rock.
Dream on, boys,
I thought with amusement.

Nervous as I was, I was glad to be riding back to the hotel in a cab driven by a sturdy DARC agent.
His name was Edgar and brushed aside my thanks. “It’s all part of the job, Roxy.” The DARC team was a professional operation, maintaining my cover name even alone in the cab.

Back at the hotel,
I showered and changed into a nightgown I’d bought that afternoon, a creamy elegant silk number with a lace bodice. I dried my wet hair, carefully brushed and arranged it and dabbed my neck with Shalini perfume, a compound of five scents—musk, sandalwood, tuberose, tiara flower and neroli—to make an irresistible fragrance. It cost $409 an ounce, pricey even for a rich girl. There was a complementary bottle of Riesling in the suite’s mini-fridge, not what I was used to but it would do. I poured myself a glass and had just sat down when Rock entered. He eyed at me with a wolfish leer. “Spanking must agree with you.”

“Did you have to hit so
hard?
” I said with a pout. “My bottom still stings!”

“That so? Let me kiss it and make it better.”
He came over and pulled me to my feet, planting a long kiss on my lips. Reluctantly, I pushed him away. “You’re sweaty!” I giggled. “Go take a shower.”

“Pretty bossy for a sub, aren’t you?”

“I’m not your sub at the moment. I’m a
lady
and don’t you forget it.”

“We’ll see. I have to warn you I’m no gentleman.”
He started shucking his clothes in front of me.

“Sir,” I said. “Have you no modesty?”

“If you’re
embarrassed, cover your eyes,” he replied, taking off his jockey shorts. He had an erection already, an alarmingly big one. “Oh my God,” I squeaked.

“T
hat’s what Claudia kept saying, and she couldn’t even see it.” He was completely naked now, a bare, hairy barbarian who wouldn’t have been out of place in the warrior caste of any ancient civilization. In fact, at the moment he looked like a man from an even earlier era, maybe someone clad in an animal skin, armed with a flint spear for downing wooly mammoths.

He
strolled naked to the bathroom. “Come keep me company,” he said in a tone that sounded perilously close to a command. I picked up my wine and followed obediently after, already falling under the sway of his domineering growl.

He stepped inside the shower stall and turned on the water. I leaned against the
door and drank my wine, watching his muscular silhouette in the frosted glass. “Did you have to spend
quite
so much time with that woman?” I complained.

He laughed. “No need to be jealous. She couldn’t hold a candle, but yeah I
had to. The wand is a wonderful tool but nobody uses it because they’re scared. I could tell she was dominant and I didn’t know how well she’d do playing submissive, but as soon as she had a defined role, she fell right in place.”

The steam made it harder to see him now but his motions told me he was
washing his body, running the bar of soap along his arms and legs. “Liked her husband. When you play with somebody’s spouse, it’s important that you don’t come off as a threat. That’s why I turned over the demo to him at the end. The audience liked that.”

“The audience liked everything you did.”

“Well, you were a big help. You did okay tonight.”

I drained the glass and put it down. “Just ‘okay?’”

“All right, better than okay. Don’t get a swelled head though. That was your first and last time on stage in a B&D club.”

“You know,” I told him testily. “Sometimes you overdo this
alpha stuff. I’m a grown woman and make my own decisions. Maybe that was my last time, maybe not. Right now I’m going back in the living room. And don’t kiss me again until you’ve shaved.”

I turned and put my hand on the doorknob. I was halfway
through when I heard noise behind me and suddenly felt a wet arm around my waist. A second later I was lifted off the floor and thrown over a broad, wet shoulder.

I
shrieked. “What the fuck are you
doing
? Put me
down!
NOW!”

Rock
didn’t bother to answer. My hair hung down and all I could see was his naked back and ass. He turned and it dawned on me what he had in mind. “Oh no!
NO!”
I screamed. “I am
not
going in there!”

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. I yelled at the top of my lungs, made fists and hammered his back,
kicking at him with both legs. The only impact it had was to turn the chuckle into a lascivious chortle.

He stepped into the shower stall and sudden
ly I was drenched in hot water. He set me on my feet and shut the door, standing between it and me. I was trapped. Water flowed over me, plastering my hair, washing off my expensive perfume and soaking my elegant nightgown. I wailed in shock and anger but the brute’s only response was to grin. “Well,” he drawled. “Now I know what it means when they say someone’s ‘mad as a wet hen.’”

“You asshole!” I shouted. I stabbed at his face with my fingernails. He caught both my wrists easily and twisted them behind my ba
ck, pulling me close. I felt him transfer my left wrist to the hand holding my right one. His free hand then slipped under my chin to tip it upward. I was so furious I spat in his face. He reacted with a slow cruel smile as the shower washed off the gob of salvia. With the hand that held my wrists, he pressed my trembling body hard against his own. I gasped as I felt the rockhard poke of his cock jabbing against my abdomen.

I glared daggers at him as
his face leaned toward mine. I tried to pull my head away, turn it to one side, but he held that as firmly as my wrists. I was completely and utterly helpless in his grasp.

The water rained down. The steam rose about us.
He pressed his lips against my mouth. I squeezed my own lips tightly together. He ignored my resistance and kissed my face, wet with tears and water. He kissed my cheeks and nose and ears and forehead, licked tears from my eyes and returned to my mouth, shoving hard against it.

And it opened for him.

My mind still raged against the bastard but my traitor body surrendered to his brutal passion. My lips parted and his tongue invaded me, caressing my mouth’s interior, a bold intruder claiming it for his own.

My arms went
limp and I felt my vagina, soaked on the outside, grow wet on the inside. My gown now clung to my body like a loose wet skin.

Rock released my wrists and though I willed
them to claw his face, they ignored the order to clasp themselves behind his neck, the better to steady my body as it too mutinied and molded itself against his hard muscles.

Steam continued to ga
ther in the stall, clouding my vision. Like the blindfold I’d worn earlier, it made me aware of my other senses: the musky scent of the man with me, his panting breath and the dark animal grunts and growls that came out of him, the stubble of his unshaved chin, the wet hair that covered his arms and chest, the rocky hardness of his muscles.

And
always in my ear was the thunder of water as it barraged down on us, so loud that it made speech impossible. But then neither of us was communicating with words. We were speaking with our hands and lips and bodies.

I felt his fingers
take hold of my gown and pull it up and off me, shedding me of the skin of civilization to become as naked and primitive as himself, knowing no other need or duty than to let him fiercely make me his mate.

My anger had utterly fled,
and now my mind had run after it. Language left me as I keened and moaned with desire, helpless to his touch. At that moment I belonged to him.

And did he belong to me? No, he did not. He was my master. I was his slave.
He could do with me what he wished. I could hope to be pleased with what he did, but it made no difference. Whatever he chose to do with me, I was his, always his. If he gave me pleasure, I would come back for pleasure. If he gave me pain, I would crawl to him for more.

I felt his hands again on me, this t
ime on my thighs. He lifted me upward, sliding me along his body until I felt the tip of his massive cock, thick and rigid. I spread my legs as he guided me down on it, the size fully filling me, stretching me. I dug my nails into his back as the hardness drove me to frenzy. I screamed at the insidious pain that made me crave more pain.

And when I was finally impaled on him, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he lifted me up to the top of h
is cock, then rammed me down to slam hard against his root. I flung my head back, my wet hair flying wildly. I screeched, howled, squealed, uttered an entire zooful of noises I’d never made before.

Since
being seized and carried into the shower, I’d never left off crying, at first tears of rage and frustration, then tears of desire and lust and now, quaking with a climax so fierce I felt I might fly apart, my eyes gushed tears made of some ectoplasm from my deepest reaches, from my very soul.

Everything I’d experienced in the
last few days flashed through my mind: the terror of my kidnapping, the violence of my rescue, the glowing brand with its fearful design, the feel of Rock’s broad back as we roared down the highway, the exuberant warmth of the Garcías, the forced intimacy of Juanito’s camper, the family feel of
Casa Paradiso
, the enigmatic exchange between Rock and the DARC agent, the midnight flight to Washington, my rage at Rock’s sex toys, Jaime McQueen’s charming reassurance, and finally the confusion of feelings, the arousal and humiliation from being bound, blindfolded and spanked before a hundred strangers. I had lived more intensely and vividly in these last days than in my entire life.

And there was one more thing.

That was the knowledge, the
certainty
, that I was hopelessly in love with a man who had more facets than a diamond, a man who was dangerous, gentle, passionate, remote, wise, secretive, arrogant, chivalrous, tender and possessive – very, very possessive.

Did he love me? He cared deeply for me, of that I was sure. But love? I wasn’t entirely sure Rock could commit to loving a single woman for the
entirety of his life. That was the sort of love I wanted. If he couldn’t return it right now, I was prepared to wait until he did. So long as I could be with him, on whatever terms he set, I was prepared to wait for the entirety of
my
life.

And then my
climax was over, leaving my mind in a dreamy daze, my body boneless and slack. My head rested on his shoulder, my arms draped loosely around his neck. I would have fallen off him had he not held me tightly against his chest with a hairy, muscled arm. I hadn’t the strength to continue to wrap my legs around his waist. They dangled just above my discarded nightgown on the shower floor – dangled because I remained impaled on the spear of his still-hard cock. I hadn’t the strength to raise myself off it and might have spent the night there in a room now so filled with steam that his face, close as it was, was half-hidden from me. I saw him now through a glass darkly – no
whitely
. I wondered if I would ever see the real Rock or just catch glimpses of one facet or another as they revealed themselves in unexpected ways.

His body tensed and stiffened. He tightened his grip on me so
hard I could barely breathe. He pressed and held me down on his cock until I gasped and whimpered with the pain.

And then I felt the rush of
his thick manmilk, his sweet love pouring into me like a torrent in a narrow canal. It flooded me and I felt my sex respond to him like a little raft on a raging river. In an instant, I’d climaxed again with a shriek of joy and pain.

And then we were done. After a moment, I felt him soften inside me. He gently lifted me off him and set me on my feet. I felt him reach around me to turn off the
water and suddenly…

Silence.
The world was silent. I’d become so used to the constant battering of the shower that I had the same shock I’d had when Rock removed my blindfold. Then my eyes had exploded with shape and color. Now my ears rang with the stillness.