Dominance and Deception by Amy Valenti Page B

apparently realised he didn't want to and followed her without a fight, casting a half-wary, half-longing glance back at me.
    Suppressing a smile, I headed into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water and three glasses, then waited a couple of minutes before ascending the stairs to find them.
    Faye could be unbelievably intuitive sometimes. She'd seated Santoro on the bed and stripped off his shirt, and now she was alternately murmuring to him and trailing kisses over his chest. She heard me coming and began to rise from her spot between his knees, but settled back down, crossing her wrists behind her back, when I shook my head.
    Whatever she'd said to Santoro, it seemed to have worked. He was leaning his weight back on his hands a little, and the hunted look on his face had faded, replaced by tentative intrigue.
    I trailed my finger over Faye's collarbone, letting her know I was pleased, before repeating my question to Santoro. “When was the last time someone gave you head?"
    While I set down the water and glasses by the bed, he glanced at Faye, then said, “Last weekend. In a quiet corner of a club. It was a guy I know."
    "You return the favour, senior detective?"
    His eyes widened at the title. It hadn't been hard to figure out from his obvious preening that he loved reminders he was my second-in-command, and I'd never addressed him as ‘senior detective’ before.
    "No."
    I kept my tone neutral, allowing myself the barest of smiles. “What position were you in?"
    "Sitting.” He hesitated before elaborating, “He was under the table."
    A mental picture began to form, and I nodded appreciatively. “You force him to get down there? Grab him by the hair? Order him to suck you harder?"
    Santoro coloured slightly, the way he did when I caught him doing something he shouldn't. “A—a little. Sir."
    Ahh, now I'm ‘Sir'.
    The boy always had learnt fast, and there was so much I wanted to do with him... For now, though, I stuck to my original plan. “Hmm. More of a switch in you than I thought. And it just so happens I own a girl who loves giving head...if you're interested."
    Santoro shifted his weight slightly, a reaction to the growing tightness of his pants, no doubt. Before him, Faye bit her lip, seemingly torn between mild embarrassment at my words and anticipation of what was to come.
    Santoro's voice held an edge of hunger as he left his inhibitions behind, looking from me to Faye. “Oh, I'm interested..."
    Laying a reassuring hand on his shoulder, I leaned in and tilted up Faye's chin with a finger. “Little tease...you okay with letting my senior detective take the reins for a while?"
    With a quick nod and a grateful smile, she replied, “Thank you, Sir..."
    I leaned against the wall beside the bed, reminding Santoro, “Nothing more than a blow job, senior detective. Anything more than that, and you need my permission."
    "Thank you, Sir,” he echoed Faye, all his attention on my girl. For a second, he just looked her over, then he grabbed a handful of her long, loose hair and gave her a wolfish grin. “So you like giving head, huh?"
    "Yes, Senior Detective,” Faye replied, taking her cue from me, though she used the term as a submissive addressing a Dominant instead of the other way around. Her tone carried only a small trace of the subservience I knew she was capable of, and I watched her closely, wondering where she was taking this.
    "That's good,” Santoro told her. “Because I really wanna see your lips wrapped around my cock right now."
    Faye ghosted one hand over his erection, making no effort to undo his pants. “Right now, huh?"
    "Mm-hmm...” He waited expectantly, but she grinned up at him, testing his dominant instinct the way she'd submerge a toe in hot bathwater to gauge its temperature. After a second, he got it and tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her face into his lap. “Don't make me ask again, girl."
    The token enforcement of his will was all she needed. Deftly, she unzipped