72 The file of S. Prise

"Sure Lirael, just wait for me there. Then we will go out. It should only take me about twenty minutes to wrap this up so my guys can take it to the courts on Monday to finalize this." I hear Lance shuffling things around and go ahead and agree, letting him finish his work.

I close up the room, locking it and return to Lance's apartment.

It's already six thirty, Simon should be here to handle the bar tonight...

I exit to the bar and it's not Simon working. It's a woman, a good looking one at that. I know that I have never met this person either.

"Hello. I don't believe I have met you before, I'm Lirael." I offer her my hand and she shakes it, looking confused.

"Hi, I'm Hadassa, but please just call me Dass. I'm covering for Simon, but I didn't realize we were open yet? I would have been here earlier." She looks confused and concerned at the same time.

"Don't worry, we're not. I'm Lance's ..... Mistress/girlfriend. I was looking for some of his stuff he needed in the apartment and came out to bug Simon while I waited for Lance to show up."

Her eyes widen slightly and she stiffly nods, "Oh... Okay, Simon's told me about you when he was training me." Her eyes now glance down and avoid my eyes, as she starts to set her bar up.

She's obviously nervous about something, which has me curious.

"Are you into kink, Dass?" I cock a brow up at her, noticing that she's probably around my own age.

Dass blushed as she glances up at me, "I am, but I already have a mistress. My instructions do not allow me to have fun with anyone other than her."

I raise a brow as it dawns on me, "I'm just getting to know you, Dass. No worries, though. I'll leave you to do your work, nice meeting you." I get up from the bar and enter back into the apartment.

Half an hour later, I'm expecting Lance any minute. I think about putting on an outfit to congratulate him on winning his case, but decide not to just in case he showed up while I was in the middle of getting dressed. After another fifteen minutes though, I'm wondering if there was a problem.

I shoot him a text, because soon the club will be opening up.

-Hey, did something keep you at the office, suddenly?"-

I wait about five minutes and finally get a reply.

-Just out of the shower. Where are you? Did you stay at my place? I am at your house.-

I scoff, rolling my eyes and reply, grabbing my purse in the process.

-You told me to wait here, silly, I'll be home shortly.-

I head out, stopping by the bar on my way. "I'm out of here, Dass. Have a good night."

She waves back as I leave, my phone dinging.

- Are we still having dinner tonight? I don't remember texting you to stay there but I see that I did. Sorry. -

-Yes, you asked me to stay here. It's fine, you were busy earlier. I'll be there shortly, though.-

I'm a little irritated as I drive home, because I know he asked me to stay at his place and he went to mine. I try to blow it off, thinking it's just because he was busy and him being excited from ending these cases successfully.

I pull into the drive and notice all the lights are off, except my bedroom windows. I walk up and unlock the door, walk in, and set down my purse and keys on the entry table.

"Lance! I'm here!" I shout out and go to flip on the light, when my eyes are covered by a set of hands.

"Boo." Lance mutters into my ear, nipping on my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

"Are you the key master?" I joke, because I'm not afraid of any ghost. My grin splits my face, as I turn in his hands, throwing my arms around his waist.

"Yes. Are you the gate keeper?" Lance places a kiss on my lips and wrap his arms around me.

"You know it. So why are we in the dark now?" I ask smiling against his lips.

"Because, I have something to show you, but you can only see it in the dark." Lance says cryptically.

"Oh?" I raise a brow, "Show me then."

"Close your eyes then." He whispers, turning me around, and he places fabric around my eyes. He takes my hands and slowly leads me through the house. I can tell we're going through my kitchen, just by the way he leads me around the island and dining table. It doesn't help when my foot catches the edge of a chair.

I giggle, "This is so unnerving to walk around without being able to see."

"We're almost there though." Lance takes a hold of my hands again, leading me to the backyard.

I think he made me stay at his place earlier on purpose? This seems to be too planned to be spur of the moment surprise...

I hear my French doors being opened, then I'm being pulled out on to the back porch.

"Okay, stay there." Lance let's go of my hands, and I hear his footsteps that go farther in front of me.

I stand here in anxious excitement, waiting to find out what this surprise is. Smiling even with the blind fold on, I let him know, "The suspense is terrible..."

He chuckles and instructs me, "Go ahead and remove your blind fold."

I reach up and undo the fabric, letting it come down completely, before slowly opening my eyes.

Oh! Lance.... You are something else.

My heart skips a beat and my breath catches in my chest as I gaze upon the scene in front of me.

The backyard is decorated in a tropical beach theme, with leis, tiki torches and tiki faces, grass skirting surrounds the bar, and in the middle of the yard, a real site.

Our friends are tied up in different positions, holding cards up that say something.

-You want- to go- get kinky- in Tahiti?-

Simon was next to the last card, reading his, I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

-Spank me= Yes

-Spank Lance = Hell yes

-Spank all of us = I thought you'd never ask?!

Brian holds the last sign with his face still slightly swollen where I had hit him. - (Please be gentle, Mistress) I can't help the giggle that escapes me over the irony of him holding up that sign.

I went down the line and playfully smacked each one of their asses, ending with Lance.

I pulled him against me by the tie on his suit, pulling his lips down to kiss me. We were so deep into the kiss, I forgot our friends were still tied up with the cards.

"Uh.. hum... Lirael? Lance? Can you untie us now?" Simon's weak voice interrupts us, breaking us apart as we realize they're probably uncomfortable.

We quickly go and untie them, massaging their arms and legs to help get the blood flow going again.

Once everyone had a drink or two, along with some good laughs, they all left. Either because Lance was dropping hints for them to leave or they didn't want to intrude on what was obviously being put on display.

The way Lance kept touching and kissing me, how could you not take the hint that he wanted to play with me?

Once they had left, I had to pause Lance in his removal of my clothes. Giggling against the wall, as he removes my blouse, I ask him, "S. Prise, Was not a real case, was it?"

Lance chuckles as he unsnaps my bra, sliding it over my skin, slowly, "S...Prise.... Surprise..." His bottom lips is slightly swollen, catching my attention as he bites the corner of it. His pink tongue runs over it as his eyes focus on my now exposed breasts.

The hungry look in his eyes causes my knees to weaken, my pussy becoming slick with my arousal.

He smells so good and his appetite for me is so damn sexy...

His tongue slides up my chest and neck, sucking at my nape, letting his husky voice caress my ear, "Surprise, I hope your not too upset with me, Mistress."

My toes curl as the sensation deep in my core tightens and intensifies.

I clutch his chin as he drags his lips across my jaw line, bringing him to look eye to eye with me. Cocking a brow at him as I lean in, "I'm sure I can be lenient with you, but that doesn't mean you are getting off free and clear."