Chapter 3: Rising Action
Suddenly, the leather harness creaked, the ropes shifting just enough to allow him to twist his wrists. The slight movement sent a jolt of hope through him, spurring him on. Above him, he heard the soft click of a lock and the creak of the door opening. Then, Cleo's voice, low and sultry, echoed through the room. "You're not going anywhere, Drake."
"You're a persistent one, aren't you?" she added, her footsteps approaching him. He could feel her presence, her heat, her scent. The room seemed to grow warmer, the air thick with anticipation. Then, her lips were against his ear, her breath hot and her voice a low, teasing purr. "Rimming Drake," she murmured, her tongue flicking against his lobe.
"Drake's heart races as he waits, his breaths coming in shallow, ragged gasps. "You're not going to escape us that easily." Mikasa tsked, her footsteps echoing off the cold leather as she joined Cleo at Drake's side. "You know better than to struggle, Drake. You're just delaying the inevitable." She traced the handle of the crop along his spine, the leather tail flicking softly against the crest of his ass. "Besides, we're just getting started."
Drake's heart pounded in his chest as he felt Cleo and Mikasa's presence envelop him, their scent filling his nostrils, their heat radiating against his skin. He gritted his teeth, his muscles tensing as he fought against the restraints, the slightest shift in the ropes sending a jolt of sensation through him.
Then, without warning, he felt the soft, wet warmth of Cleo's tongue tracing the seam of his ass, her breath hot and moist against his skin. Drake's breath hitched, his body arching involuntarily as Cleo's tongue teased and probed, her hands gripping his hips to steady him. Mikasa watched, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and anticipation, the riding crop still dangling loosely in her hand. She traced light patterns on Drake's thigh with the leather tail, the soft touch a stark contrast to the firm grip Cleo had on his hips. Drake's breath came in short, ragged gasps, his body taut with a mix of discomfort and arousal.
"Fuck, Cleo," he growled, his voice a low rumble, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
"That feels...fuck." The air in the room seemed to shift, the atmosphere charged with a palpable electricity as Cleo's tongue continued its teasing exploration. Mikasa watched, her eyes never leaving Drake's face, her fingers trailing the crop along his thigh, the leather tail teasing his sensitive skin. "And how does that feel, Drake?" she asked, her voice a low purr, a wicked glint in her eyes. Drake's breath hitched, his body arching as Cleo's tongue probed deeper, the sensation at once invasive and intimate. He gritted his teeth, his body taut with a mix of discomfort and arousal, his mind racing to process the sudden onslaught of sensation.
Suddenly, Cleo's tongue circled his rim, teasing and tasting, her grip on his hips tightening as she delved deeper. Drake's breath hitched, his body arching against the restraints, his muscles tensing as he tried to process the foreign, intense pleasure coursing through him. He let out a low groan, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he strained against the ropes, the discomfort and arousal battling for dominance in his mind.
As Cleo's tongue continued its relentless exploration, Drake's body arched against the restraints, his muscles tensing as he sought to press deeper into the sensation. The leather harness creaked and shifted, the ropes cutting into his flesh as he fought against their unyielding grip.
The sudden movement caused the rope around his cock and balls to tighten further, sending a fresh jolt of pain and pleasure through him. Drake gritted his teeth, his body taut with a mix of discomfort and arousal, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. Mikasa watched the exchange, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth as she traced the riding crop along his inner thigh, the leather tail flicking softly against his sensitive skin. "It seems our little boss is enjoying himself," she purred, her eyes gleaming with amusement and anticipation.
Drake's body arched against the restraints, a low groan escaping his lips as Cleo's tongue delved deeper, the sensation intense and unfamiliar. The leather harness creaked, the ropes shifting as Drake strained against their grip, his body desperate for more. Cleo chuckled, her grip on his hips tightening as she relished the control she held over him. Mikasa smirked, her eyes never leaving Drake's face as she watched his expression twist with pleasure and discomfort. She lifted the crop, the leather tail dangling inches from his skin, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along the handle. "Seems like he's having a hard time with all that control, isn't he?" she mused, her voice a low purr. Drake's breath came in short, ragged gasps, his body taut with a mix of tension and ecstasy.
"You little tease, Cleo," he growled, his voice raw with need and frustration. "You know I hate being teased." The words left his lips like a challenge, his body arching against the restraints as he sought to break free, to claim some semblance of control.
Cleo chuckled, her tongue still circling his rim, her grip on his hips unyielding. "Is that so, Drake?" she purred, her voice a low, sultry whisper that sent a shiver down his spine. "Well, tonight, you're going to learn the art of patience." She paused, her tongue flicking against his entrance before she straightened up, her hands leaving his hips to trail up his spine. "After all, a good boss knows how to delegate."
Mikasa smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief and anticipation.
"A good boss also knows when to follow orders," she added, her fingers tightening around the crop.
Drake's breath hitched, his muscles tensing as he processed Cleo's words. "Fuck, Cleo," he growled, a mix of defiance and desire in his voice. "You can't expect me to just lie here and take it." Cleo chuckled, her fingers splaying against his back, her touch possessive and dominant. "Oh, but I can, Drake," she purred. "And I will.
Remember, patience, Drake," Cleo whispered, her breath hot against the back of his neck. Before Drake could respond, he felt the sharp sting of the crop against his balls, a sudden, intense pain that made him jerk involuntarily. Mikasa stood over him, the crop still pressed firmly against his flesh, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Just a little reminder of who's in control here," she purred, her voice laced with both amusement and dominance.
Drake gritted his teeth, his body tensing as he fought against the sudden, searing pain. he growled, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he struggled against the ropes. The air in the room seemed to shift, the atmosphere charged with a palpable tension as Mikasa maintained the pressure, the leather tail of the crop digging into his skin.
Drake gritted his teeth, his body taut with a mix of pain and arousal, the sudden sting sending a jolt of sensation through him. Cleo, on the other hand, smirked, a wicked glint in her eyes as she watched Mikasa's dominance over him. She leaned back, her tongue circling his rim again, teasing and tasting, her grip on his hips tightening as she relished the control she held over him.
"Patience, Drake," she purred, her voice a low, sultry whisper that seemed to echo through the dimly lit room. "We're just getting started." The leather harness creaked as Drake tried to arch into her touch, his body desperate for more.
Cleo smiled, her tongue flicking against his entrance, teasing and tasting him. The sudden, intimate contact sent a jolt of pleasure through Drake, his breath hitching as he fought against the restraints. Mikasa watched, a smirk playing on her lips, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and anticipation.
"Looks like our little boss is starting to enjoy himself," she commented, her voice a low purr as she traced the riding crop along Drake's inner thigh, the leather tail flicking softly against his sensitive skin.
The room was thick with the scent of leather and the faint hum of hidden cameras, the pulsating red light casting elongated shadows on the walls. Drake's body tensed, his muscles straining against the restraints as he sought to press deeper into the sensation of Cleo's tongue against his rim.
The sudden, intimate contact sent a jolt of pleasure through him, but it was quickly overshadowed by the discomfort of his predicament. He gritted his teeth, his voice a low rumble as he responded, "Fuck, Cleo, you know I can't take much more of this."
Cleo chuckled, her tongue flicking against his entrance, teasing and tasting him. "Oh, I think you can, Drake," she purred, her voice laced with amusement and dominance. "You're the one who's always telling us to push our limits, to test the boundaries. Well, here you are, right at the edge."
Mikasa smirked, her eyes gleaming with anticipation as she watched Drake's expression twist with pleasure and discomfort.
"It seems our little boss is having a hard time with all that control, isn't he?"
As if in response to his words, Cleo's tongue pushed deeper inside him, circling and probing, her grip on his hips unyielding. The sudden, intimate invasion sent a jolt of pleasure and discomfort through Drake, his body arching against the restraints as he struggled to process the intense sensation.
Then, Mikasa's voice cut through the haze, a smirk lacing her words as she asked, "So, Drake, what was it that made you so interested in the Schuster case? Weren't you supposed to be focusing on the Anderson files?" Her question was casual, almost conversational, but the underlying challenge was clear. Cleo paused, her tongue still teasing his rim, her eyes flicking up to meet Mikasa's gaze.
Drake's breath hitched, his body tensing at the sudden shift in focus. He gritted his teeth, his mind racing to keep up with the dual sensations and the sudden demand for information. "The Schuster case has... potential," he managed to growl out, his voice strained with effort.
Cleo's tongue returned, circling his rim more insistently, her grip on his hips tightening as if to emphasize her point. Drake's breath hitched, his body arching involuntarily, the sensation of her tongue invading him sending a fresh wave of pleasure and discomfort crashing through him. "The Schuster case...it's connected to Anderson," he grunted, his mind racing to keep up with the assault on his senses and the sudden demand for information. Mikasa hummed, her eyes never leaving Drake's face as she traced the riding crop along his thigh, the leather tail teasing his sensitive skin. "Connected, hmm?" Mikasa mused, her eyes gleaming with a wicked glint as she watched Drake's face contort with pleasure and discomfort. "And how, exactly?" She pressed the riding crop against Drake's thigh, the leather tail flicking softly against his sensitive skin. Cleo's tongue pressed deeper, the sudden invasion sending a jolt of sensation through Drake. He grunted, his hips jerking involuntarily against the intrusion. "Through...through a mutual contact," he managed to grit out, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Cleo chuckled, her tongue circling and probing, her grip on his hips unyielding. "And what's the name of this mutual contact?" she purred, her voice laced with both amusement and dominance. Drake's body tensed, his muscles straining against the ropes as he fought to maintain control.
Mikasa's eyes narrowed, her grip on the crop tightening as she pressed, "What's the contact's name, Drake?" Cleo's tongue paused, her eyes meeting Mikasa's as she awaited Drake's response. The sudden demand for information hung heavy in the air, the dimly lit room seeming to close in around him as Drake's mind raced. The pause was brief, but the change in atmosphere was palpable, the playful dynamic shifting to something more intense and charged. Drake's breath hitched, his body tensing further as he weighed his options. "Evan," he finally relented, his voice a strained whisper. Mikasa nodded, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth as she lifted the crop, the leather tail dangling inches from Drake's skin.
She tapped the head of his cock with the crop tail playfully, a soft, rhythmic tap that sent a jolt of sensation through him. "Good boy, Drake," she purred, her voice laced with amusement and a hint of dominance. "I knew you could be convinced to talk."
Drake's body tensed, a mix of discomfort and arousal sending a shiver through him. He gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing as he glared up at Mikasa. "Don't patronize me, Mikasa. I'm not one of your little playthings," he growled, his voice a low rumble. Cleo chuckled, her tongue still teasing his rim, her grip on his hips unyielding. "Oh, but you are, Drake," she purred. "At least for tonight.
Now, be a good boy and take this," Cleo whispered, her voice a sultry purr. With that, she withdrew her tongue from Drake's rim, her saliva glistening on her fingers. She spread the lubrication generously before pushing one slippery digit deep into his ass, the sudden intrusion sending a sharp jolt of pleasure and discomfort through Drake's body. He gasped, his breath hitching as his body tensed against the unfamiliar sensation, his muscles clenching around her finger. Mikasa chuckled, her eyes never leaving Drake's face as she watched his expression twist with pleasure and discomfort. "There you go, boss," she teased, her voice laced with amusement and dominance. "Just taking orders." Drake's body arched against the restraints, his muscles taut with a mix of tension and ecstasy.
Mikasa smirked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity as she continued, "So, this contact, Evan. What can you tell us about him? Any details that could help with the case?" Cleo's fingers moved slowly, deliberately, inside Drake, her touch both intimate and dominant.
"You're not going to let up on the case talk, are you, Mikasa?" Drake bit out, his voice a harsh whisper. He grimaced as Cleo's finger curved, pressing against a sensitive spot inside him. She chuckled, her lips brushing against his ear, her breath hot and moist.
"You know the rules, boss. Work and pleasure don't mix, at least not until we get the information we need," she purred. "Now, start talking.
Tell us about Evan," Cleo demanded, her fingers moving faster inside Drake, pressing against his most sensitive spots. Drake's eyes rolled back as Cleo's fingers moved faster, the sudden increase in pressure and speed sending a jolt of sensation through him. He gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily, his body struggling to process the intense pleasure and discomfort.
"Fuck, alright, alright," Drake groaned, his voice strained with effort. "Evan... he's a low-level informant, works for a small-time crime lord in Milan. He's been helping us gather intel on the Anderson case." Cleo's grip tightened on his hips, her fingers moving with more purpose, her touch both possessive and demanding.
Mikasa leaned in, her eyes gleaming with interest. "And what kind of information has he been providing?
Specifics, Drake," Cleo demanded, her fingers moving faster inside him, relentless in their pursuit. Drake's body tensed, his muscles straining as he fought to process the sudden, overwhelming sensations. He gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily as Cleo's fingers pressed deeper, finding and stimulating spots that sent electric jolts through him. Meanwhile, Cleo's free hand reached between his legs, her long, slender fingers wrapping around him, her grip firm and demanding. Drake's breath hitched, his body arching as she began to caress and squeeze, her touch possessive and dominating. "Fuck, Cleo," he groaned, his voice strained with effort and arousal.
"That's...that's enough." Cleo's grip on his hips tightened, her fingers digging into his flesh as she continued her relentless exploration. "Too much for you?" She knew full well that she was pushing his limits, but she also knew that he could take more. He gritted his teeth, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he struggled to process the sudden, overwhelming sensations. "It's...it's too much, Cleo," he growled, his voice a low rumble. Mikasa watched, her eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and anticipation, the riding crop still dangling loosely in her hand.
"So, Drake," she teased, her voice a low purr. "Is this too much for our big, bad boss?" She tapped the crop against his thigh, the leather tail flicking softly against his sensitive skin.
Drake's eyes rolled back in pleasure, his body arching against the restraints as Cleo's fingers moved faster inside him, her touch both dominant and relentless. "Fuck, Cleo," he groaned, his voice strained with effort and desire. "You know I can take more."
Cleo chuckled, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "I know you can, Drake. But that's not what we're discussing right now, is it?" She paused, her fingers pressing deeper, finding and stimulating spots that sent electric jolts of pleasure through his body.
Drake groaned, his breath hitching as he struggled to speak. "Cleo...I...I can't..." His voice was strained, his body taut with a mix of discomfort and ecstasy. Mikasa watched, a curious glint in her eyes. "Can't what, Drake?" she teased, tapping the riding crop against his thigh, the leather tail flicking against his sensitive skin. "Is this too much for you?"
Drake's breath hitched, his body arching against the restraints as Cleo's fingers moved faster, pressing deeper inside him. He gritted his teeth, his muscles tensing as he fought to find the words. "I...I can't...I can't think straight," he admitted, his voice a low growl.