26. Chapter 26

Chapter 26

IZEL

A wicked grin spreads across his face as though he’s achieved everything he was hoping for. The satisfaction in his eyes is almost unsettling, but the intense need pulsing between my legs allows him to savor the moment. Richard withdraws, and my head drops as he stands to his full height.

I pull myself up on the table and watch him undress. It’s tortuously slow. His eyes meet mine as he sheds each piece of clothing. Once he’s completely naked, my gaze drops to his cock, and I lick my lips, imagining how good it’ll feel to finally have him inside me.

He prowls toward me without breaking eye contact. He grabs me by the waist and flips me so I’m lying on my stomach. Before I can react, he grabs my wrists, forcing my cuffed hands from beneath my stomach and wrenching them backward. I can feel the strain in my shoulders as he twists my arms behind me, leaving me completely at his mercy. I don’t even have time to catch my breath before he yanks me onto all fours by my hair, my back arching as he pulls until my shoulders press into his chest.

“Look at you,” he says.

I glance over my shoulder, confused. He arches a brow, jerking his chin toward the mirror in front of us. “Look at yourself.”

I hesitate, then finally turn my head. Fuck. I look like a wreck. My skin is glistening with sweat, and every place he pressed is covered in bruises that have spread over my skin. They cover each pressure point, painting me in a deep red with hints of blue. My nipples are hard and tight, my hands pinned behind my back, obedient... like some little slut.

He leans down, brushing my hair aside and placing soft kisses along the nape of my neck. I shudder at the contrast between the gentleness of his lips and the roughness of his hold. “See yourself? See what you look like right now?”

My throat feels tight. I want to look away, but the reflection keeps pulling me in. “Richard…” My voice comes out breathy, almost pleading, but he doesn’t let me finish.

“You’re beautiful, Izel,” he whispers against my ear. “A fucking angel. But... you look like a slut right now. Don’t you?”

I’m torn between embarrassment and the white-hot need pulsing between my legs. My reflection stares back, confirming his every word. I look completely fucked out, like I’ve been ruined and he hasn’t even taken me yet. I shake my head but it’s half-hearted at best.

“No?” He questions, raising an eyebrow as he mirrors my gesture, shaking his head back at me. “I’m pretty sure the people watching on the other side would agree with me.”

My eyes snap back to the mirror. Suddenly, it clicks—the realization that it’s a two-way mirror, and there’s an observation room beyond it. My heart slams into my ribs as panic takes over. I try to scramble out of his hold, but his grip tightens, keeping me locked in place.

“Don’t,” he warns, wrapping his fingers around my wrists.

I try to twist around, to look at him, but all I can see is our reflection. I look wild. Desperate. He knows exactly what’s running through my mind right now.

“Who’s watching us?” I demand, breathless, as my body fights between fear and desire.

“Does it matter?” he asks, dragging his lips across my shoulder before biting down lightly.

I’m completely exposed. Whoever’s watching can see everything. But worse than that—they can see how much I want this. How much I want him.

“Richard,” I beg.

“Patience, my little suspect,” he replies gripping my hips.

A sharp smack lands on my ass so hard that I scream. “You have the right to remain silent,” his teeth graze my earlobe, and a violent shudder runs through me. “But fuck, I hope you don't, because I want to hear every little sound that comes out of your pretty mouth”

Is he really reading me my Miranda rights?

“Every word that drips off your tongue—whether it's begging or lying—can and will be used against you,” he growls, thrusting two fingers deep inside me without warning, pulling a ragged moan from my throat. I buck against him, but he holds me firm by pressing his chest into my back.

He pulls his fingers out and slaps my ass hard enough to sting before gripping my hips, positioning me how he wants. His cock presses against my soaked entrance, sliding along my pussy lips, dragging through the slickness.

“You have the right to a lawyer. But let’s be real—what’s she going to do? Watch while I fuck the lies out of you? Maybe she’ll enjoy seeing how deep I go until you’re soaked with every dirty confession.”

I whimper as he slides his cock against me again. He chuckles, biting down on my neck, hard enough to leave a mark. “I'll make sure you get off—on more than one count.”

He pauses, grinding his cock against me as my breath hitches. “Do you understand these rights as I've... recited them to you, baby? Because the only thing left to do now...” He pulls back slightly, positioning himself perfectly.

“...is fuck you so hard you forget all of them.”

And with one brutal, deep thrust, he’s inside me, knocking the breath from my lungs as my body slams into the table beneath me.

The stars aren’t in the sky; they’re exploding in front of my eyes. My vision blurs and then, he stretches my hands in a way that’s painfully delicious, bowing my body in submission.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.

Richard smirks down at me. “What were you doing at Liam’s?”

“Wha—”

He doesn’t wait for me to finish. Instead, he starts to move. It’s clear now: all of this, the way he’s making me come undone, is just to get me talking. He’s not just taking me for his own pleasure; he’s preparing me for interrogation. Making sure I’m at my most vulnerable so I’ll tell him everything he wants to know.

I can’t find my voice, so I try to bury my face. Richard grabs my hair in a tight fist, forcing my head up, making sure I watch us in the mirror.

“What were you doing at Liam’s house?” he repeats.

I try to resist, but his grip on my hair tightens. “Come on, sweetheart. Why were you there?” he coaxes with a sadistic glint in his eyes.

“Fuck you,” I manage to spit out.

Richard smirks, and I wince as I feel the sharp pinch of his fingers digging into my scalp.

“Now that’s not the answer you owe me.”

He gives my hair another brutal yank, forcing me to arch back. “If you don’t start answering my questions, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to speak, let alone lie.”

Desperation builds, and the ache between my legs intensifies.

In response, Richard leans down and brushes his lips against my ear. “Answer me, and I’ll make you scream in pleasure,” he promises.

I grit my teeth. But then he does something unexpected. His fingers trail down my spine in a feather-light touch that contrasts with the roughness of his grip. A soft moan escapes my lips.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Richard murmurs.

I feel my body responding to his every touch. He tightens his grip on my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze again.

“Answer me,” he demands.

When I still don’t respond, his hand comes down sharply on my ass, a sharp smack that elicits an involuntary, “Oh, god.”

Another smack, and I gasp. “Now I told you, darling that Richard will do,” he taunts, the sting on my ass still lingering.

His hand comes down again, harder this time.

“Richard...”

“I was at Liam’s house because?” he interrupts with a self-satisfied smirk in his voice. “I didn’t quite catch after that. Repeat it.”

“I was looking for something,” I manage to say.

“What were you looking for?” he demands, thrusting harder, making it difficult for me to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through my body.

I can’t respond; the way he feels, the intensity of his movements, it’s all too much.

“Looks like you’re enjoying this way too much. Keep talking if you don’t want me to stop,” he demands.

“A USB drive,” I whisper, the admission feeling like a defeat.

He thrusts harder, making me gasp. “A fucking USB drive? And what’s on this drive that’s so important?”

“Work... stuff.”

My breath comes in ragged gasps, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. Just when I’m about to tip over, he pulls out of me.

“Oh, don’t you dare. You’ll come only when I say, is that understood?”

I nod, but it’s a fucking lie. There’s no way I can hold back, not with the way he’s been fucking me, not with the way he knows my body better than I do.

“Good girl,” he mutters, thrusting back into me without warning. I can’t concentrate on a damn thing, not even breathing. Every nerve is on fire, and I’m seconds away from losing it completely.

“I love the way you lie,” he whispers, and I don’t even have time to process his words before he pulls out again. A moan of pure frustration rips from my throat. Before I can say anything, he slams into me, rougher this time, almost like a punishment.

My body convulses, and I come, uncontrollably, all over his cock. He doesn’t stop, keeps his pace, fucking me through the wave of pleasure. My head spins, and I can barely think straight, but one thought claws its way to the surface. How the fuck did he know I was lying?

I glance at us in the mirror, panting, my body still trembling from the orgasm.

“Your lies are staring back at me in the mirror,” he murmurs as his hands tighten their grip on my hips, “but so is the part of me that can't stop loving you.”

It’s like he’s talking about more than just this—more than me coming without permission. His words dig deeper, pulling at something raw inside me. I blink up at him, my lips parting. “Why?” The question slips out before I can stop it, and I hate how exposed I sound, how small.

Why do you let me lie to you?

He doesn’t hesitate, like he knows exactly what I mean, like he’s been waiting for this question. His hand slides up my back, fingers tracing my skin, and he leans down, his lips brushing against my ear.

“I let you lie because I know that’s the only way you’ll let me in. It’s in the spaces between your words, in the hesitation before you speak—that’s where I find the real you. The truth you’re too afraid to give anyone else, you give to me through those lies.”

He thrusts into me again, slower this time, dragging the sensation out, making me feel every inch of him.

“It’s the way you let me see the parts of you you’d never admit to,” he continues. “And I don’t need the truth. Not when your lies give me more.”

I turn my head slightly, meeting his eyes in the reflection. He’s looking at me like he’s seeing straight through every wall I’ve ever built, every defense I’ve ever thrown up to protect myself. And fuck, it scares me. But at the same time, it feels like I can’t breathe without him.

“Richard, please. Uncuff me. I need to feel you.”

He hesitates, but after a small, brutally blissful eternity, I feel his fingers working to unlock the cuffs from my wrists, I drunkenly glance up at him to catch him putting them aside. He turns me on my back, and I gasp as our bodies press even closer together.

He bends down, and I kiss him hard. My fingers immediately reach for the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

When we break apart, he breathes out, “Fuck interrogating you.”

I’m about to say something smart, but before I can, I feel his cock brushing against my thigh. My body’s screaming for him to push back inside me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he just stares at me like he’s figuring out his next move.

“What the fuck are you waiting for?” I huff.

“I’m enjoying the view,” he says. His hands move up to my tits, squeezing them hard enough to make me gasp. “You’re so fucking perfect like this, spread out for me, ready for me. But I think you want it a little too much.”

Asshole.

I bite back the urge to scream at him. My hips lift on their own, searching for some kind of contact, something to take the edge off. But he pulls back even more, grinning like the sadistic prick he is.

Fuck this.

I slide my hand down my body, fingers tracing over my stomach, inching lower until I reach between my legs. His eyes flicker to my hand, and I see the change in him instantly. His cock twitches, and his jaw clenches, but he still doesn’t move. He’s waiting, but he won’t last long.

I start slow, teasing myself, dragging my fingers over my pussy, spreading myself open for him to see. My breath hitches, but I keep my eyes locked on his. I know what I’m doing to him—every little movement is pushing him closer to snapping.

“Is this what you wanted?” I taunt, slipping one finger inside me, moaning just to rile him up more. I add another finger, thrusting them deep inside my pussy.

His hands clench into fists at his sides, and I can tell he’s on the edge of losing control. Good. I want him to lose it. I want him to stop fucking around and take me like he means it.

Richard smirks, and I know he’s holding back on purpose, making me sweat, making me beg.

“You’re just going to stand there?” I breathe, arching my back a little to give him a better view. “Watch me while I do all the work?”

His smirk widens, but he still doesn’t move. That smug look is killing me. His cock is rock hard, practically begging for me, but he’s just standing there with his arms crossed like he’s got all the time in the world.

“I’m just waiting for you to beg.”

Beg? The fuck I will. “Keep dreaming,” I hiss, shoving my fingers deeper into my pussy, curling them inside just right to hit that spot that makes my legs tremble. “You’re going to regret making me wait.”

He arches a brow. “Am I?” He steps closer, towering over me. His presence alone makes me feel smaller, weaker, and fuck, I hate how much I love that.

I roll my eyes, shifting my hips and angling my fingers to stretch myself wider. I moan again, louder this time, hoping to get a reaction out of him.

“You don’t have the balls to take me,” I pant as I fuck myself harder, faster. “Maybe you should just watch me come all over my fingers instead.”

His eyes narrow slightly. I think I’ve got him, but just as I’m about to push harder, thinking maybe I’ll win this round, he steps forward, his hands are suddenly on my knees, spreading my legs wider.

Then… nothing. He doesn’t move.

I glare up at him. “If you’re not gonna—”

Words die in my throat when I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. My eyes fly open just as he slams into me, stretching me so suddenly and so fucking perfectly that I lose all my words. My fingers are still deep inside, and I feel his cock brushing against them. I gasp, pulling my fingers out, but his hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist, keeping them in place.

“Don’t even think about taking them out,” he growls, leaning down until his mouth is at my ear. “You wanted to fuck yourself? Keep going. I’ll just help you finish.”

I can feel him moving inside me, his cock dragging against my fingers with every thrust. Each stroke makes me hyperaware of every inch of him—how his veins pulse against the pads of my fingers, how hot he feels. It’s like I’m being stretched open from two angles at once, and the friction of my fingers between us just amplifies the sensation. Every time he pulls back, I can feel my fingers shift, and my knuckles brush against his cock as he drives back in.

“Feel that?” Richard growls, and I swear every word is vibrating through my body. “I’m inside you, fucking you while you fuck yourself. You wanted this, baby. Take it.”

I bite my lip, trying to focus, but it’s impossible. The way his cock and my fingers move together inside me is too much. My whole body is burning.

“Look at you,” he continues. “You’re fucking drenched, baby. I can feel how tight you are—how your pussy’s choking my cock and your fingers. You can’t get enough, can you?”

“Fuck… Richard,” I moan. My head is spinning, and my fingers are trembling inside me. I try to keep pace with him, thrusting my fingers in time with his cock, but it’s hard to focus when I feel like I’m being split open from the inside.

He leans down, his breath hot against my ear as his pace picks up. “Tell me how it feels,” he demands. “Tell me how fucking good it feels to have your fingers and my cock fuck you at the same time.”

“It’s…” I moan, barely able to get the words out. “It’s so—fuck—it’s too much. You’re so deep, I can feel you everywhere.”

“That’s right,” he grunts, pounding into me harder, making my fingers slide deeper into my pussy. “I’m going to ruin this pussy; make you tremble at just the thought of me. I’ll make you feel helpless, and yet, you’ll still beg for more.”

A light buzzing starts deep inside me, one that doesn’t belong to the way he’s fucking me or the way my fingers are moving inside myself. It feels foreign. I furrow my brows, trying to place the sensation, and then I hear a soft, persistent sound, barely noticeable over the sound of our bodies colliding.

His phone rings.

Of fucking course, it rings at the worst possible time. Right when he's buried so deep inside me, I’m half convinced I’ll never feel normal again. The table’s rattling beneath us, shaking like it’s going to break under the force of him, and I swear, one more thrust and we’ll both be on the floor.

I expect him to ignore it—hell, I need him to ignore it—but instead, his hand leaves my waist, and he fucking reaches for the phone. He doesn’t slow down, nor does he miss a beat, just checks the caller ID like he’s not in the middle of destroying me.

I groan, shifting my hips to draw his focus back to me. But instead of giving me what I want, his hand wraps around my wrist, forcing my fingers deeper inside myself, pressing them harder against his cock as he continues pounding into me.

“Shh,” he growls low in my ear. “Don’t you dare fucking make a sound.”

My breath hitches, caught between the need to cry out and the fire building inside me. I stay silent, barely holding it together as he answers the phone with nothing but his last name.

The voice on the other end is loud enough that I can hear every word. Wilson.

“How’s that off-the-book interrogation going?”

I frown, a part of me snapping back to reality for a split second. Off-the-book? I knew Richard was interrogating me, but hearing Wilson confirm it like this? It should piss me off. It should make me feel used, betrayed even. But fuck, if that doesn’t make me hotter for him. He’s fucking me while following orders to interrogate me? It’s twisted. It’s wrong. And it’s turning me on more than I want to admit.

Richard smirks down at me, thrusting harder, deeper, as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking. His hand leaves mine only to replace it on my waist.

“Perfect,” he says into the phone. “I’ve got her right under me.”

A low, involuntary moan slips out of me, but I swallow it back down. Wilson has no idea what’s happening on this side of the phone, but the words “right under me” send heat shooting straight through me, and I almost lose it. My cheeks burn, not from embarrassment but from the raw, filthy need Richard's dragging out of me.

“Good,” Wilson says. “Keep her there. I need you to rip her apart for everything she’s worth.”

Richard leans down, his lips ghosting over my ear as he whispers into the phone. “Oh, I plan to.”

He hangs up without another word, tossing the phone aside like it doesn’t matter. His hand grips my chin, turning my face toward his. “An order’s an order.”

He slams into me with a brutal force, driving me up the table with the force of it. My body shakes, teetering on the edge of something I’m not ready for but can’t stop. The pressure is overwhelming, the feel of him filling me to the point where I don’t know where he ends and I begin.

“Fuck… you’re going to make me come.”

He leans over me, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re not coming until I say so.”

“God, Richard, please,” I moan, curling my fingers inside me. “I need it. I can’t take it.”

His thrusts slow, just enough to tease me. “You’ll take it. You’ll take everything I give you.”

“Richard… please,” I beg. I don’t care if I sound desperate—I am desperate. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me harder.”

My fingers are pressing deeper inside me, almost curling around his cock from the inside, and the sensation is so overwhelming it makes me lightheaded.

His grip tightens on my hips, hard enough to leave bruises, and I can practically feel his smirk. He loves this, loves making me beg, loves knowing he’s got me completely at his mercy.

“Look at you,” he mutters, thrusting slow and deep. “Begging like a good little slut. You like it when I stretch you open, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes,” I gasp. The stretch is delicious and it is making me lose my mind. I’m not even sure how I’m holding on right now.

“I'm going to stretch this pussy out until it's shaped to my cock.”

I’m so close—so fucking close to the edge, but he’s holding back, keeping me there, refusing to let me fall just yet.

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he demands. His thrusts get harder, deeper, and I swear I can feel every ridge of his cock as it drags against me, pulling me even closer to the edge.

“You,” I cry out curling my fingers inside me, brushing against that spot that turns my bones to jelly. “It’s yours. Only yours.”

“Damn right it is,” he growls quickening his pace, finally giving me what I’ve been aching for.

I bite down on my lip, my whole body shaking with the force of it. I’m so close to breaking, to falling apart completely, but I hold on.

“Fuck,” he grunts slamming his hips into mine harder. “Now, baby. Come for me. Come all over us.”

That’s all it takes. The tension that’s been building inside me snaps, and my orgasm hits me. I scream, feeling my pussy clamp down on his cock and my fingers at once. The intensity fries every thought from my mind as my body convulses, legs shaking violently with each wave of pleasure that rolls through me, leaving me gasping and dizzy.

My fingers start to slip out but his cock keeps them pinned inside me, holding them in place as he fucks me through my orgasm.

“Oh fuck, Richard,” I gasp desperately. “It's… fuck, it’s so fucking good.”

He doesn’t stop. His cock keeps pounding into me, dragging out every last bit of my orgasm, and it’s almost too much. My body’s twitching, bucking against him uncontrollably, and I can feel the wetness dripping down my thighs, onto the table beneath me.

When the last wave of my orgasm finally crashes through me, I collapse onto the table, panting hard, feeling completely wrecked. My fingers are still deep inside me, but I’m too spent to move.

Slowly, Richard pulls back, his cock dragging my fingers along with him, slipping out of me inch by inch. I feel his cock twitch as he pulls away, and the sensation of my fingers sliding out along with his cock makes my pussy clench one last time in a weak aftershock.

He grabs my wrist, pulling my hand up to his mouth. His eyes meet mine as he licks my fingers clean, one by one. His tongue flicks over each digit, savoring the taste of my cum, and my pussy clenches at the sight of him, even though I’m still coming down from my high.

“You taste fucking perfect,” he mutters. His grip tightens around my wrist as he pulls me up, straightening me on the table. In one quick move, he hauls me up against him. My back is lifted off the table, and my ass is nearly hanging off the edge. If it weren’t for his strong arms holding me up, I’d have toppled to the floor. He guides my hands between my legs, making me feel every pulse and throb.

His mouth presses against my ear as he says, “Hold that pussy open for me, and maybe I’ll let you come again after all.”

His hands move over mine, showing me exactly how he wants it. His thumb grazes my clit and his fingers expertly massage my pussy lips around his throbbing cock.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that.”

I can feel his breath against my neck as he bites down. “Good girl,” he growls.

My hands follow his lead, holding myself open for him. His thumb continues its tantalizing motion on my clit. Each circle he draws sends waves of warmth cascading through my body, making my breath hitch in my throat.

“You’re mine, Izel,” he declares, his grip on my wrists tightening. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I gasp.

He chuckles darkly, his lips trailing down my neck. “Louder.”

“I’m yours!” I proclaim.

“Hold it open wider. I want to see this pussy gripping my cock,” he commands.

I comply, my body eager to please him. His fingers intensify their exploration, and I’m lost in the pleasure he’s expertly delivering.

“You want to come, don’t you?” he taunts.

Desperation fuels my response. “Yes, please.”

His fingers abandon my dripping pussy and slide into my hair, yanking my head back. He bends me slightly backward, thrusting into me, and the mewls escape my lips before I can stop them.

“That’s right,” he growls. “You’ll come for me.”

“Yes,” I gasp.

“So eager, are we? No more fight left in that body?”

I nod, my voice reduced to a whimper. “Yes.”

With a predatory growl, he yanks my head to one side. “Fucking come for me.” His teeth sink into my exposed flesh, and the world comes to a standstill.

My voice is gone, constricted in my throat. My body is frozen in a perfect arc, disconnected from everything but the sensations he’s orchestrating. I can’t feel the table beneath my legs or his body. All I feel is him, hitting that spot inside me, my clit spasming as my orgasm pours out.

I scream his name at the top of my voice, and in turn Richard moans my name, the desperation in his voice fueling my fight against the pull of subspace.

“Fucking hell,” Richard growls thrusting even harder. His curses are reduced to inarticulate groans and primal grunts. His arms wind around me so tight, as if he fears someone might snatch me away. My heart aches because no one has ever held me like this. Even when his cock reaches the deepest point in me, hitting places my mind knows nothing about, I’m still there with him.

His growls become more intense, and his thrusts become more urgent. “Milk me dry, sweetheart,” he demands.

I clench around him, feeling the surge of pleasure building within me. “Richard,” I gasp.

“That’s it,” he encourages, his breath hot against my ear. “Squeeze me.”

His words send me over the edge, and I feel my orgasm crashing through me.

I feel him spill into me, the warmth spreading through my core. His arms hold me close, refusing to let go as if he’s savoring the moment. I revel in the aftershocks, feeling intimately connected to him in the aftermath of our shared pleasure.

“Jesus, you’re incredible,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my neck.

I’m floating in a post-climax haze, barely feeling Richard slipping out of me. Our combined juices spill down my thighs, but I’m too lost to notice. I can’t register anything happening around me. Slowly, my breathing returns to normal, and my lashes flutter open.

Richard steadies me, pulling me into a sitting position on the table. I instinctively pull my top down, but he interrupts. I raise an eyebrow at him.

“I’ve got a few questions.”

I’m naked, and he’s acting like this is just another day at the office.

The audacity.

“Do you usually conduct interviews with your subjects in such... compromising positions?”

“This is a first, I’ll give you that,” he replies.

His fingers trace patterns on my bare skin, a tangible reminder of the taboo encounter we’ve just shared.

“Glad I could be the highlight of your career,” I say with a sarcastic grin.

“How long have you known Liam?” he asks, changing the subject.

“A couple of months,” I reply. “Met him while working on a project together. But you already know that, considering your knack for invading my privacy.”

“Occupational hazard.”

“More like a personal hobby,” I retort.

He leans in, closing the distance between us. “Are you sure you didn’t know him from your high school days?” he probes further.

“No,” I reply. “I didn’t cross paths with Liam in high school. I wasn’t into befriending every Tom, Dick, and Liam.”

Richard raises an eyebrow. “So, no secret high school fling or a past you conveniently forgot?”

“My past isn’t some soap opera plot, Richard,” I scoff.

“What if I told you that you’re not just denying your past but also the fact that you were engaged to Liam?”

My eyes widen in genuine shock. “Engaged? Are you out of your fucking mind?”