Mike’s voice came over the line again.  “Detective?  Did you hear me?”

“I hear and obey.”  The words were out of my mouth before I could take another breath, and still I hesitated, holding the receiver, my knuckles turning white.  Mike heard my breathing intensify.

“That’s my good girl.  Come to the hotel where you photographed Laura, the same room.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.  I hear and obey.”  My stomach flipped, and I was filled with a longing for Mike, his hands roaming my body, his cock in my mouth, between my legs, anywhere he wanted to put it.

“Such a good girl.  I’ll be waiting.”  My stomach fluttered again, and my need doubled in strength when he stressed those words.  The line went dead.  Eyes unfocused, I hung up the receiver and headed to the hotel, my heart racing.

It was about half past nine by the time I was climbing the stairs to the second story walkway, passing the same occupied room blaring the same classical music it had been before.   I lifted my hand to knock on the door.  I could hear murmurs from inside so I paused, not certain if I should intrude, since I could recognize one of the voices as Mike's, the other Laura's.  I pressed my head closer to the flat surface, my curiosity and determination to obey clashing inside me.  The strained tones through the door and a sudden wave of pain and nausea made it almost impossible to determine who was speaking, even though the words became clearer.  I held my breath, listening intently and trying not to be sick.

"He wasn't supposed to come back."

"Well, he did, didn't he?  He came looking, and I had to do something."

"I wish you hadn't."

"I know...but.... What choice did I have?  I can't lose you."

"Who else knows?"

"She's met him.  I know he came to her office, but I don't know what happened.  When I saw him leave, he didn't look upset, and he certainly hasn't come looking."

"How much time do we have?"

"I don't know...I just don't know."

Footsteps crossed the room, and I imagined them meeting in a passionate embrace, their voices falling into a heavy silence, replaced by the arpeggio of the music from the other room.  They must be talking about the man who'd come in earlier.  They did know him.  My head throbbed.  My thoughts whirled.  I needed to let Mike know I was here, that I obeyed him, but...what had they done?  A nagging doubt about my safety blossomed as I stood, indecisively, in the cool night air.  I backed up slowly, each step causing greater pain at my temples as my fractured will fought against itself between self-preservation and Mike's deep hold on my psyche.  My back bumped into the railing and I yelped in surprise, not realizing how close I had been to toppling over the side of the walkway.  The curtain of the window twitched, and Mike opened the door, passing his hand quickly over his hair and smoothing his features to greet me warmly.

"There's my good girl!  I'm so glad you're here.  Come in, come in!"  He grasped my elbow firmly, locking my eyes in his as he ushered me inside.  I felt instant relief at his touch and gaze.  My headache diminished to a dull weight behind my eyes instead of the sharp spike it had been outside.  Laura was waiting behind the door, and closed it as soon as we had entered, keeping her body out of view of the street and parking lot below.  I felt her come up behind me, her hands resting lightly on my sides in a soft embrace.  Mike continued to hold me in his gaze, leading me further into the room.  The curtains were already closed, and the room looked virtually the same as when I had been ushered in at gunpoint.  Even the rope was still looped through the arms of the wooden chair that sat facing the bed.

My mind flushed with the memory of Mike and Laura, the sensations and longing that had filled me watching them, and my ultimate acceptance of Mike’s control over me.  I wanted to talk to them, to ask her about the man who had come into the office today, to try to make sense of her life and why I was being paid to dig into it.  My head throbbed, a warning against my thoughts.  I focused on Mike’s eyes.  I wanted to touch both of them, melt into their embrace, feel their hands on me, my hands on them, our bodies entwining in passionate heat.  I felt my breath hitch as Laura’s thumb grazed the underside of my chest, sending a ripple through my core.

"Drop."  His voice was strained, but held its power over me, potent in spite of the obvious tension he was feeling.  My body went limp instantly.  If Laura hadn't been behind me, I would have crumpled to the floor.  Instead, she took my weight with a grunt and a single step backwards, bracing herself expertly, her thin frame hiding untold strength.  My eyes stayed open, blank and glassy, as the pair lifted me onto the bed.  Dimly, I noted she hadn't been affected by his command, but under the circumstances, I had no impetus to follow the train of thought.

They began speaking again, though the words had no meaning to me.  I answered their questions at length, giving all the details about the second Mike, what I had learned from him, and that he believed me to be Denny's assistant, somehow avoiding the fact that Denny was a cop, much less the Chief.  I stared at the ceiling, watching the shadows flicker on the tiles, unbothered by the world around me.  Even though there was obviously something nefarious about the couple, I was perfectly at ease, lying on the thin fabric of the motel bedspread as their hushed voices sliced back and forth through the air.  As Mike commanded me to fall deeper into trance, my mind fell further and further away.  It was harder and harder to remember I was awake, much less what was going on around me.  My chest rose and fell under my blouse in an even rhythm, slow and steady as a metronome.  Eventually, Mike's touch pierced my contented fog.

He tugged gently at my wrist, guiding me to a sitting position and snapped his fingers.  The world returned to me.  My thoughts rushed over themselves to reach my mouth, culminating in a confused whimper and a pleading expression as Mike gently placed his finger over my lips.  His other arm curled around my shoulder, holding me close to him as his piercing stare loomed in my vision.  Laura was gone.

"There, there, my good girl.  You're alright.  It must have been quite a shock this morning, but you handled yourself perfectly."  His eyes sparkled and I found myself nodding and nuzzling against his broad, sturdy chest.  He placed his hand reassuringly over mine, his thumb brushing up and down my index finger in time with the slow cadence of his speech.  I had a thousand questions, but no reason to ask them while entwined within his beguiling presence.  "It really was quick thinking to have your friend take your place.  It has made my life a lot simpler, though I'm afraid it might complicate yours."

He chuckled with a dark undertone as I stared blankly at him.  He stroked my cheek and hair, cradling me as he bent down and began to kiss me softly.  My lips parted for him, his tongue probing and thrusting as his passion grew.  His body pressed tightly to mine, crushing me to him without regard for my comfort or position, so long as his hungry mouth met mine.  His hands roamed further, feeling down my sides and over my legs as his pleased but muffled grunts filled my ears.  My body began to respond in kind, tongue meeting his, fingers lifting to trail over his chest and arms inside his protective embrace.  I made a low moan, briefly lifting my head to ease a crick in my neck, and he paused long enough to study my face before I was once again imprisoned in his ice cold blue orbs.

"Oh no, little slave.  You've done quite enough on your own already.  Now it's time for you to relax.  Relax and obey.  Obey my touch.  Obey my words.  Obey, relax, and drop."  I sank once again, my body limp in his arms, gravity replacing my will.  My eyes closed.  I sensed him watching me, and felt his muscles ripple beneath me as he carefully laid me back on the bed.  His breath came in slow, long bursts as he released my lifeless form and leaned over me.  His hands trailed over my clothes, sliding deftly down my sides and hips to my legs.  His voice continued its soft litany of appreciation, remarking on my pert breasts and slender hips, the smoothness of my bare legs and tight ass.

He knelt to remove my heels, taking care not to tickle my feet as he kissed my ankle and up the inside of my calf.  His butterfly touches set off a flurry of activity through my core, my face flushing even as I continued to breathe in time with his slow, deliberate exploration.  He pushed my knees apart gently, his fingers teasing at the hem of my skirt before his hand slid beneath the fabric to brush over my dampening panties.  I didn’t move, even when he hummed his approval loudly and turned his kisses into small nips. 

His body pushed between my legs, spreading them further as he continued to bite and kiss his way closer to my torso.  His hands worked my skirt up my hips until I lay exposed and pliant.  His tongue pulsed quickly against my underwear, before he sucked playfully on the soft cotton, dampening it further.  He pressed his lips over my swelling clit, then pulled my bottom closer to the edge of the bed.  His fingers began to slide up my blouse with patient concentration.  My insides burned with need, each moment an eternity of stillness beneath his deft attentions.

“Do you know how hard it is for me to resist you, slave?  How much I am tempted to use you?  How I dream about your lips, your fingers, your mind, serving me and only me?  You’ve been such a good slave, so far.  I think it’s time we reinforced what a pleasure it is to serve me, don’t you?”  The smile in his voice grew as he exposed my stomach and chest, fingers playing over my skin so slowly and deliberately I would have screamed, had his domination of my will not been so strong.  Goosebumps rose as the cool air rushed over my skin, his playful digits only adding to the tingling surging through me, overwhelming any other sensation.

“Look at me, love.”  My eyes fluttered open and immediately focused on his.  His intensity was disarming, and my pulse began to race.  His athletic body was silhouetted against the dim lighting, darkening his handsome bone structure and highlighting his captivating eyes and cheshire cat smile.   He began kissing me just below my belly button, eyes gazing at me as he crept closer.  He pushed my shirt open, the buttons fleeing their holes as if he commanded the very fabric I wore.

He pulled my bra down, my breasts springing loose as he straddled me, kneeling just at the edge of the bed.  My hips ached to lift, to meet his flesh, to feel his touch split me in two instead of drawing out his torturous pleasure like this.  The bulge pushed against the edge of my pelvis as he shifted to lean over me and reach my upper body.  His mouth engulfed my breast, tongue teasing at the hardened areola and drawing low moans from my unmoving lips.  Every second I lay, unmoving, multiplied my desire tenfold but I had no recourse, no relief, because I needed him to grant it.  He suckled each side, caressing and fondling each sensitive mound until it was all I could do not to cry out in agonized rapture.  All the while, he kept his eyes on mine, gauging my reactions, bringing me closer to the edge, but never so close I could lose control.

He could see how flushed I was, could feel my pulse racing.  He backed off of me, standing and taking a step back to admire the mess he’d made of me.  “Stand up.  Take off my shirt.”

I rose, eyes ravaging his body as I lifted my hands to his lapels.  I slid his suspenders off his shoulders, then moved to the buttons of his shirt.  I could smell his cologne, the dusty air of the room, and the lingering stench of tobacco.  He watched me, noting how I gazed at him, how my fingers traveled along his biceps and across his clavicle.  His shirt fell to the floor, and he caught my wrists with one of his hands, the other pulling my hips to his.  I felt the large bulge protruding against my hiked up skirt and swallowed hard, my pulse racing faster.

He guided my palms between us, placing them directly on the heat of his loins as his lips plunged against my neck and he clamped hard against the sensitive vein, sucking and licking hard enough to leave a mark as he moved my hands up and down the twitching length of his manhood.  “Keep your hands there, keep stroking.  Feel how hard I am.  Feel that thick cock and know you need it.  Know your only purpose is to worship it, to worship me.”  I could do nothing but comply.  He quickly lifted my skirt all the way to my midriff and pushed my panties to the floor.  I felt him grab my ass, squeezing and massaging as I stroked and caressed him, pushing me harder up against my fingers, and his heat.

With nowhere else to go, and his body beginning to thrust towards me more deliberately, the motion of my hands pushed open my folds, and I found myself grinding along with him.  I gasped at the slick wetness starting to coat my hands and the front of his trousers.  I couldn’t pull my gaze from his face, watching him watch me, seeing the effect of my touch, seeing the effect of my expression as I drew increasingly ragged gasps.

“You want it.  You need it.  But you can only have it when I say so.  There is no release without my permission.   There is no completion unless I consider your task finished.  You.  Obey.  Me.”  With each word, he roughly pushed against me, sending my fingers harder against my clit, parting my folds with the tip of his bulge and staring straight into my eyes.  His strength was undeniable.  He lifted my entire body with one arm, the other squeezing my aching breast and pulling at the nipple.  The pleasure and pain mixed, and my muscles spasmed around the empty air.  I could smell my own juices as they began to slide down my thighs and onto the bed.  I moaned plaintively.

“Oh yes, such a good girl.  I’m going to enjoy this.”  He unzipped his fly, pulling his throbbing cock out and stroking it as he moved around me to sit on the bed.  In one swift motion, he spun me around and pulled me into his lap.  I felt the moisture from the tip of his shaft on my back as he pushed my legs apart and cupped my mound.  His other hand began kneading my breast slowly, as if he were testing the weight of my flesh.  His fingers plied apart my folds, dipping into the moist canal that shuddered as they neared.  The hand at my breast moved upward, stroking my neck and pressing my head back against his shoulder.  His mouth was right next to my ear.  He held me so tight I had trouble drawing my next breath.  He squeezed my throat gently as his fingers pushed into me, his voice echoing the physical control he wielded, “Drop.”

As if he had flipped a switch, my mouth gaped open.  My fingers uncurled and my arms dangled loosely at his sides.  My legs splayed further apart as he began to thrust his fingers rapidly back and forth into my hot, wet cunt.  He supported my weight, shifting it as he needed to give him better access and control over my body.  The slippery chasm welcomed the invading pressure, and his palm flattened against me, driving against my clit until I was writhing in his grip.  All the while, his voice assaulted me, deep and rasping, both from his effort and his own growing euphoria.  “Good girl.  You want me to touch you, don’t you?  You like it when I touch you.  You like it when I use you.  You’re going to beg me for it.”

My breasts bounced wildly.  His cock rubbed hard and hot against my spine, trapped between our bodies as he sent wave after wave of pleasure cascading through me.  He stretched me back, tightening his grip on my neck until I arched my back and raised up on my toes, letting his hand move faster and further between my legs.  I felt something in my mind unhinge as he continued to pound my pussy with his hands, his arm thrusting so fast it would have been hard to see the individual strokes.  I was barely breathing, my body so taut, my hips beginning to buck wildly against his driving fingers.  He growled audibly and bit my earlobe, shifting my weight again as he slid his dick inside my flooded passage from behind, covering my mouth to thwart my scream from the intense pressure of his turgid shaft.

I continued to moan and cry out as his hand stroked my aching clit, faster and faster.  He used his hips to drive home his words as he felt me beginning to tighten and jerk around his cock and hand.  “Only.  When.  I.  Say.”  Each thrust was deeper, each accompanied by a wrench of my breast, a slap of my clit, or a bite on my neck.  I had lost all sense of where he stopped and I began.  Everything was driving, shaking, edging ever nearer to the abyss of climax.  He could tell exactly how close I was, could tell exactly where to press, when to push, how to use my own body against me to make me succumb to his control.  His fingers squeezed tightly on my clit as his other hand closed around my throat.  He held me, unable to breath, unable to think, unable to move, while he thrust into me with his full length, pulsing within me, touching my very center before squeezing one final time, his voice vibrating through my entire being.  “Now cum.”