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let go of her arm and ran his hands down her sides to rest on her hips.
    “But, Sir, you’ve already searched me. I’m not hiding anything.”
    “Nothing physical. But that doesn’t mean you’re not hiding something. Like information. Tell me what you know, or I’ll have to force it out of you.”
    “I-I don’t know what you mean.” She managed to get a little quaver in her voice, but couldn’t stop her ass from giving an inviting shimmy.
    “Are you sure about that?” he asked, making the rasp of his belt as he unbuckled it as loud as possible.
    “I swear it! Please don’t hurt me, I don’t know anything about those guys.”
    He folded the belt in half, gave it a snap. She gasped and wriggled again and he realized she was pressing her clit into the car. He pulled back and gave her a good solid lash with the belt.
    Her cry was mostly shock and a little bit of pain. He grabbed her hips and tilted her up away from the car. “Don’t. Move.” The steel in his voice froze her minor squirming and she sucked in a breath. “Now. Tell me about these guys.” He pressed the ridge of his dick between her legs, his fingers firm on her hips to make sure she followed his order.
    “Wh-what guys?”
    “The guys you just told me you know nothing about.” He pressed harder, then pulled back and gave her two lashes. Watching her—her face, her hands, the slashes of red developing across her ass, he was tempted to end the game and haul her up to his bed. Instead he cupped her from behind, the heat of her pussy convincing him the game was worth it.
    “I swear, I don’t know where they’re hiding!”
    He stepped back, tossing the belt to the car’s roof. “Stand up. Turn around.”
    She struggled to rise and turned to face him, her chin down near her chest, posture totally subdued. Except for the nipples reaching out for him and the fact that she kept her legs spread apart.
    Moving in close again, he made sure the fabric of his pants chafed over her clit, the buttons on his shirt flirted with her nipples as he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head up and back.
    When her eyes met his, fierce with need, he almost smiled. “You need to tell me. They’re dangerous men, they could hurt you.”
    She blinked and he thought she might have lost the train of their conversation. “They’ll hurt me if I tell,” she whispered.
    “I’ll protect you.”
    She gave him a shy look and licked her lips. He loosened his grip on her hair, making it more of a caress. Brought his other hand to her breast, cupped it gently. “Give me what I want. Tell me what I need to know. And I’ll protect you. I’ll help you.”
    “Why? Why would you?”
    He pressed his thigh harder between her legs, tweaked her nipple, stared her down. “They’re bad men and I want to take them down. You can help me, I can help you. Trust me.” He made the last part a croon, rubbed his cheek along hers. “Trust me.”
    Her body went soft under his and he smiled into her ear, moved his hands to her shoulders and pressed down. She resisted only for a moment before sinking to her knees. When his hands went to the button of his pants, she licked her lips. He was pretty sure she was forgetting her character, but that was fine with him. She struggled against the cuffs for a second, trying to bring her arms forward, before subsiding. She didn’t look up at him, didn’t move her gaze as he lowered the zipper and dropped his pants, then slid his boxers down. He was absurdly pleased when she started to lean forward but then stopped herself and finally glanced up at him.
    “Please, Sir, I’m not that kind of girl.” She batted her eyelashes at him, in direct contradiction to her words.
    “I thought you were the kind of girl that wanted my protection.” He fisted his hand in her hair again and pulled her face into his cock. She needed no more encouragement than that, licking him from bottom to top, then sucking the head into her mouth. Her cheeks