Private Dick Casefile 01 - Lily White Rose Red

smiled and continued to drive me back until I felt the hardness of the wall on my shoulders. I was cornered then, and I wondered why I hadn’t tried to make a run for it like I had with Jazz, the belt around my arms notwithstanding.
    Phil reached for me, and I controlled myself, not wanting to let him see me flinch. He wore a little smile, like he knew just what I was thinking and was enjoying it. He unbuckled the belt and let it fall to the ground at his feet.
    “In case I need it,” he said.
    I didn’t believe for a minute that he was just going to let me go.
    He had something on his mind. He leaned over, and I thought he intended to kiss me, but instead he sniffed me. Delicately.

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    CATT FORD

    I shivered, and he hadn’t even touched me yet. It was beginning to look like I might get my wish to have him master me. I just hoped it wasn’t going to be painful.
    “Look, if this is about my questioning you, it was all part of the case. I’m a private dick,” I said nervously.
    He curled his index finger around the chain of the handcuffs and lifted my hands. “Was it? I was kind of hoping you only used that
    ‘technique’ on me.”
    I glanced up to watch as he kept raising my hands above my head in time to see him drop the chain of my cuffs over a hook driven into the paneling. I could swear that hook hadn’t been there last time I visited his office.
    “I had it installed just for you,” Phil said with a pleased smirk. “I hoped that maybe I would get the chance to question you .”
    “What do you want to know?” I asked. My voice didn’t quaver.
    Much.
    “I think you know.”
    He ran a gentle finger over my cheekbone. “Why is that cheekbone a little higher than the other?”
    “It had a little run in. With a fist,” I said.
    “Tough guy.”
    My tie was hanging open, and he slid it out from under my collar without touching me. He started to unbutton my shirt, and I twisted my hands, but the hook was just high enough that I couldn’t get loose.
    “From the first time I saw you, I wanted to see those lips wrapped around my cock.” He lifted a hand to stroke his thumb over my mouth, and I had to resist the impulse to suck it in.
    “Well, glad to oblige. Just think of me as your fairy godfather making your dreams come true and let me go,” I said.
    He went back to my shirt, pulling it out of my pants. “Oh, I have a lot more dreams, and I dream big.”

    Lily White, Rose Red: Grey Randall, Private Dick Casefile #1
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    I swallowed hard. This was one hell of a fucking time to find out I was turned on by being held captive. Of course, my captor being a gorgeous man was a leg up. I might have been trying a little harder to shake loose if it were a woman toying with me.
    I felt the tickle of my shirt against my skin as he pulled it aside.
    He chuckled and ran his fingers over my chest. “I never thought you’d have hair on your chest. Not too much. Just right. Nice.” I had nothing to say at that point. My stomach muscles quivered under his touch as he slid a finger inside my waistband. He was looking at the bruise on my side.
    “Big Billy?”
    “He was good with his hands.”
    “He hit you.” Phil frowned.
    I rolled my eyes at the ceiling. “I ran onto his fist. By accident.”
    “I’m sorry,” he said gently.
    I let my head fall back onto the wall with a little thud and started to laugh.
    “What?”
    “You’ve got me chained to a wall and you’re worried that I got a bruise?”
    “Seems like you’re enjoying the being chained up part,” he said with a wicked grin, scraping his nails over my fly. “And yes, I am worried.”
    I was glad of the wall at my back. It had been so long since someone had touched me that way, my dick was stiff and aching. It was only a matter of time till I broke. “You’re not giving me much say in the matter.”
    Phil frowned and stepped back, which gave me a little reprieve.
    “Like you gave me any.”
    “You could have gotten away.” My words fell like a stone into still water, and I was afraid maybe I’d gone too far.

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    CATT FORD

    Then he smiled. “I know.” He leaned forward, and the sensation of his lips against my throat had me arching in a vain attempt to feel his body against mine. He mumbled against my neck, “I’ll stop if you ask me to.”
    They say that curiosity killed the cat, and I guess that’s going to be my downfall too. He gave me an out, but I wanted to know what he was going to do. And if I was going to