“Yes, you do,” she agreed.
I grabbed her shoes and worked them off of her feet. I cut off her socks to reveal her feet to me.
“What are you doing?” she asked. “Are you going to tickle me to death?”
“Oh no, I’m not going to tickle you.” I chuckled as I grabbed the bottom of her pants leg and started cutting.
“Oh, you want to do other things to make me talk,” she said with the corners of her lips slowly creeping up into a smile.
I cut her pants legs up to her knees and ran a hand along her smooth skin. She moaned as I touched her. My desire grew stronger for her.
“You keep this up, and I’ll tell you everything you want to know, baby,” she said. She bit her bottom lip and tilted her head back again, closing her eyes this time.
My heart pounded in my chest. My manhood ached in my jeans. Everything about this woman teased me. I wanted her. I wanted to cut her loose, tear off her clothes, and take her right there on the floor. I wanted to hear her moan. I wanted to make her scream and call out my name in ecstasy. But with a knife while she was tied to a chair? That wasn’t the way to let our first time happen.
I grabbed the chair and pulled her back upright.
“Change of plans?” she asked, meeting my eyes.
“Not really,” I said, shaking my head. I was sure she would see the bulge in my pants, but I didn’t care. I was going to torture her sexually since sex seemed to be her preferred method of getting people to talk.
I ran the blade of the knife along the curve of her breasts. She closed her eyes and sucked her breath in through her teeth. She gripped the arms of the chair, and her toes curled.
“You’re teasing me, dear,” she said. “I don’t like men who tease. Why don’t you give me what you’ve got for me?”
I pressed the knife against where I imagined her nipple would be and leaned in to whisper in her ear.
“Not yet, dear. I’ll give you what you want after you tell me your boss’s name.”
She opened her eyes and snapped her face towards mine. I’d rattled her finally. I’d jerked her out of her little fantasy, whatever it was. I’d shown her that I still had the upper hand, regardless of how erect I obviously was.
She stared at me, wide-eyed, taking in every movement I made as I stepped back from her. She licked her lips slowly before saying anything.
“I can’t do that,” she said. “I can’t tell you.” She shook her head.
“Then I guess we’re done here,” I told her. She was good. I had no other way to break her besides resorting to outright torture, and I’d already told myself I wasn’t going down that road with her.
“Wait, you’re giving up? How is that any fun?” she asked as I walked back over to the work bench to grab my phone.
“It’s not, but you’re not playing along anyway, so I’m going to leave you with someone else.”
I texted Andre to come down and watch her while I figured out what else to do with her.
A few minutes later, the door slid open and Andre walked in.
“This is our thief?” he asked when he saw the blue-eyed blonde with tan skin and deliciously kissable lips tied to the chair.
“Yes. Andre, this is Sasha. Sasha, this is Andre. He’s going to watch you for me for a little while.”
“Nice to meet you, Andre,” she said.
“He’s off limits, Sasha. Remember, you’re my prisoner,” I teased her.
I patted Andre on the shoulder and led him to the door.
“You don’t have to talk to her or anything,” I told him in a low tone. “If she starts flirting, drop it. She’s going to use that to try to get free.”
“Oh yeah? I bet it works more often than not,” he joked.
“Probably. That’s why I’m going to give her some time to cool off.”
“Why don’t we just torture her like we would anyone else, boss?” he asked me.
It was the million dollar question, really. I couldn’t explain why I felt the way I did about her. There was something special about her that I couldn’t quite put my finger on, something deeper than how sexy she was.
“No, I told her I wouldn’t. Don’t lay a finger on her,” I warned him. “Call me if anything changes. I’ll send relief for you in the morning.”
I shot her another look as I walked through the door and closed it behind me. She looked like she was already working on another plan in her head. I decided as well to put someone at the top of the stairs in case she managed to get free under Andre’s watch. He didn’t have the strongest constitution among my men, but he was loyal.