Interrogation and a choice

You turn your head as much as you can with your hands cuffed behind you, and your breath leaves your body in a rush.

Mara stands near the elevator in an outfit that should be illegal.

A black mini dress that's barely there—thin straps, plunging neckline held together by delicate gold chains, cutouts at her ribs showing bare skin. The hem hits mid-thigh, and when she shifts her weight you catch glimpses higher. Sky-high heels and a tiny clutch that couldn't possibly hold more than keys, lipstick and a phone.

Your cock jumps—visibly, violently—and a fresh bead of precum rolls down your shaft.

"Oh," Mara breathes, eyes dropping to watch your reaction. She shifts her weight to one hip, hand sliding to her waist as she poses deliberately. "You like this?"

She does a slow turn, hips swaying deliberately, and you see the back—or lack of it. The dress is backless almost to her ass, just two thin straps crossing between her shoulder blades. She looks over her shoulder at you, biting her lip as she watches your cock jump again.

Sienna laughs from behind the desk. "I think he's nodding!"

Mara walks closer, hips swaying, and her smile is pure sin. "I'm glad you like it. You're so bad at showing what you want with words, but—" her gaze lingers on your straining erection, watching it pulse in the air, "—when you're naked, you're easy to read."

"Mara—"

"Shh." She's right in front of you now, close enough that you can smell her perfume—that same scent from earlier, but now mixed with something warmer, headier. "Do you know how long I've been waiting?"

Her voice shifts—softer now, with an edge of genuine hurt beneath the teasing.

"Two years," she continues. "Two years of late nights in the office. Of brushing against you and waiting for you to do something. Anything." She reaches out, one finger trailing down your chest, leaving fire in its wake. "And tonight—tonight I came to your door in my pajamas, barefoot, and practically begged you to invite me in."

Your breath hitches as her finger traces lower, circling your navel.

"I told you that you looked good. I stared at you." Her nail drags through the trail of hair below your stomach. "I bit my lip when I saw you were getting hard. I said I was going downstairs alone."

She's so close now. Her finger hovers just above where your cock juts out, hard and leaking and absolutely ****.

"And what did you do?" she asks softly.

"And what did you do?" she asks softly.

"I didn't—I didn't realize—"

"No," she agrees. "You didn't."

Her finger hovers just above your cock now, so close you can feel the heat of her skin but not quite touching. Your hips shift forward involuntarily, seeking contact, and she pulls back just slightly—teasing.

"Ask me," she whispers.

"What?"

"Ask me to touch you." Her eyes meet yours, dark and commanding. "Say please."

Your pride wars with your desperation for exactly half a second. "Please," you breathe. "Please touch me."

"Good boy."

Behind the desk, you hear Sienna's sharp intake of breath.

Mara's finger circles the head of your cock, smearing the precum that's been steadily leaking, and the sensation makes your knees weak. "Tell me," she says, voice still soft but with steel underneath. "How long have you wanted me?"

"Since—" your voice cracks, "—since the first month. Maybe earlier."

"And you never said anything."

"I was scared. Didn't want to ruin—oh god—" Her hand wraps around your shaft now, grip firm and confident, and your words dissolve into a groan.

"Didn't want to ruin what?" She strokes upward, slow and deliberate, her thumb swiping over the sensitive head.

"Working together. Our friendship. Everything."

"Mmm." She strokes down, then up again, and your cock throbs in her grip, leaking fresh precum over her fingers. "What else? What did you want to do?"

"Kiss you. God, everywhere—that night working late, when you laughed at my terrible joke, at the airport today when you smiled—fuck—"

Her hand picks up speed, stroking with purpose now, and pleasure builds at the base of your spine like a coiled spring.

"All those chances," she muses, watching her hand work your cock. "All those moments you could have made a move." Her grip tightens just slightly. "And you never did. Until tonight—when you chased me into the hallway in a towel and got locked out."

"I'm sorry—"

"Oh, I'm not." Her smile is wicked. "Because look where it got you. Naked. Handcuffed. Hard as a rock in the middle of a hotel lobby." She leans in close, lips brushing your ear, and whispers, "Tell me what happened. After you realized you'd fucked up. How did you end up naked?"

Your hips rock into her stroking hand involuntarily. "I came down in the towel. To get a key. But Sienna needed ID—"

"Which you didn't have," Sienna supplies from the desk, and her voice is breathier than before.

"So she said I had to return hotel property first," you continue, struggling to form words while Mara's hand works you steadily. "The towel. She made me—made me drop it."

"Made you?" Mara's eyebrow arches. "Or did you choose to?"

"I—both. I needed the key, but she—" You gasp as her thumb circles your head again. "She said I had to give it to her."

"And you just dropped it right there," Mara says, grinning. "In the middle of the lobby."

"But you were already hard," Sienna adds, leaning forward on the desk, clearly enjoying the show. "Even before you dropped the towel. I could see it tenting the fabric when you walked up to me."

"Interesting," Mara purrs, and her hand strokes faster now, more deliberately. "Why? If you were so embarrassed, so humiliated—why is your cock throbbing in my hand right now?"

"I don't—I don't know—"

"Yes, you do." Her voice drops lower, more commanding, and her grip tightens. "Tell me the truth. Why did you get hard?"

The pleasure is building, building, your balls drawing up tight against your body. You're going to come. Right here. In front of everyone.

"Did it turn you on when Sienna asked you to drop the towel?" Mara asks, her rhythm relentless now.

"Yes," you gasp.

"When she looked at you after you were naked?"

"Yes—"

"What part?" Her hand twists slightly on the upstroke and you nearly sob. "What turned you on?"

"The way she looked at me," you confess, words tumbling out. "Like she—like she wanted—"

"Like I wanted to devour you," Sienna finishes, her voice husky. "Which I absolutely did. Still do, actually."

Mara's hand doesn't slow. "Are you getting turned on with them watching you now?"

"Yes—fuck—yes—"

"Why?"

"Because they—" You can barely think, pleasure spiraling tighter and tighter. "Because they want me—"

"Damn right we do," the bartender calls from across the lobby, licking her lips. "I'd climb over this bar right now for a taste of that."

"Get in line," Sienna murmurs, eyes fixed on your straining shaft. "I found him first."

"Hold on—I cuffed him, which means I own that cock until he's released. And watching it throb like that is making it very hard to stay professional," Officer Reyes adds.

From somewhere to your left, Jenna's voice: "Agreed. God, look at him."

You turn your head and freeze.

Jenna is standing in the doorway to the staff area, phone raised, camera pointed directly at you. Recording.

"Don't mind me," she says, grinning. "Keep going."

Your cock throbs so hard in Mara's hand that she laughs.

"Oh, you like that," Mara says, delighted. "Being filmed."

"I—"

"Do you want to come for them?" she asks, stroking faster now, her hand slick with your precum. "For the camera? I'm sure Jenna would crop your face out before sending it around. Would you like that?"

"No," you gasp, but your hips are bucking into her hand, your body betraying you completely.

"No?" Mara's smile is knowing. "But you have to admit it's turning you on."

She makes you look—really look—at each of them. Sienna leaning forward on the desk, eyes dark and fixed on where Mara's hand is working you. Officer Reyes with her arms crossed but her gaze just as heated. The bartender gripping the edge of the bar. Jenna with her phone up, recording every second.

And Mara. Right in front of you. Beautiful and cruel and perfect.

"Look at them," she commands. "Look at me. And tell me the truth—does it turn you on?"

"Yes," you admit, voice breaking. "Yes, it turns me on—"

Mara's hand moves faster, and you're right there, right on the edge, pleasure coiling unbearably tight, your whole body tensing—

Her hand releases your cock completely, and the loss is so sudden, so cruel, that you actually whimper—a sound you didn't know you could make.

"No—please—I was so close—"

"I know." She examines her hand, fingers glistening with your precum, and slowly—deliberately—licks one finger clean. "Mmm. Sweet."

Your cock jerks so violently it actually slaps against your stomach, leaving a wet streak.

"But you said you didn't want to come," she says sweetly, stepping back. "So I'm taking you at your word."

"Oh come on!" Sienna complains, actually slamming her hand on the desk. "That is just cruel! I wanted to see how far he could shoot!"

"I think I need a cigarette." says the bartender.

Officer Reyes shakes her head slowly, though she looks impressed. "The CIA should hire you for interrogations. You got every one of his secrets out in under five minutes."

"No," you gasp, hips still rocking uselessly into empty air. "Please—Mara—"

"Shh." She steps back slightly, and her expression shifts to something more serious. "I need you to make a choice. After you make it, I'll tell Officer Reyes to uncuff you."

Your brain is barely functioning, all your blood elsewhere. "What?"

"You can go back to your room," she says calmly, as if she didn't just edge you to madness in front of an audience. "Get your key, get dressed, and tomorrow we fly home and pretend this never happened. We go back to being colleagues. Professional. Safe." She pauses, letting that sink in. "Or—"

The word hangs in the air like a promise.

"Or?" you manage, voice hoarse.

"Or you come have a drink with me at the bar." Her eyes lock with yours, and there's no teasing now—just heat and want and challenge. "Naked. No covering yourself. No hiding. You sit there and let everyone see exactly what you are." She takes a step closer. "And you do everything I say tonight." Her smile returns, slow and devastating. "And probably every night after."

Your cock throbs so hard you see stars, a fresh bead of precum forming at the tip.

Sienna leans forward, "If you walk away from her now, you're the dumbest man alive. Also I'm so turned on I can barely stand—you owe me a show after all this."

The bartender adds, "Whatever you want to drink, it's yours. And if Mara wants a bodyshot off that body, I'll personally pour it wherever she wants."

"Some guys look good in suits. You look good naked and hard with an audience. This is your calling. Stay." Jenna adds

Your heart is hammering. Your cock is leaking steadily onto the marble floor. Every eye in the lobby is on you, watching, waiting.

And you've never wanted anything more in your life.

"You," you say, voice rough and sure despite everything. "I choose you."

Her smile could light the whole city.

"Good boy," she purrs, and the words make your cock jump again. Then she turns to Officer Reyes, all business. "You can uncuff him now. He's with me."