<span style="color: #FF80FF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>It seemed Carlos was telling the truth as Lea tried to move but couldn't. He told her to relax, but it was pretty difficult to--mentally anyway. He disappeared and came back with a bowl of what looked like ice cubes and he grinned at her. His look alone made her mentally shudder.<span style="font-style: italic">"And now, we will see if we can take you to some new levels of arousal,"</span>he said as a drop of water her her nipple, causing it to tighten and perk even more. Chill bumps on her skin and her eyes watched Carlos with a mixture of heat and fear.<br/><br/>She occasionally dabbled in prostitution, but most of the time men just wanted her to do things to them--never really cared about doing anything to her. Most time there was never any actual penetration, and she had found that she hadn't been pleasured in a long time. Not even the toys in her side table had been used in a while--sex sort of lost its appeal to her when she got into dancing. But now, will Carlos standing over her with complete control, sex was looking damn good.<br/><br/>Still, it was wrong, right? She didn't know. Couldn't think. Trapped as she was in the position he had laid her out in, she could feel the cool air of her bedroom on her center and nipples. Her stomach was full of butterflies and she couldn't help but wonder where the hell Delgado would take her. She wasn't used to this sort of thing--usually she was in charge, usually she was the one who did everything. Usually she would be getting paid.<br/><br/>While she couldn't move much and it was difficult to speak, she seemed to still be able to move her face as her tongue darted out to lick her dry lips. She swallowed in anticipation, scared and horny all at the same time. Was he simply going to toy with her? Or would he own her from here on out? Was this how it was going to be until the killer was caught? Or was he going to keep coming back---perhaps this was just a one time thing?