Undercover

Chapter 8

(Song: Flames – Zayn malik)

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Sometimes I wonder if holding onto the rope is worth it or not. Sometimes it gives me hope, but most of the times it gives me pain.

I had a very dirty dream about Niall because of our tequila moment in the event. And I wasn't able to erase it from my head since. Him always looking good in buttoned up shirts and rolled up sleeves does not help the situation at all. And then he hits me with the friends with benefits thing. I didn't want to accept because that would be a dangerous zone to enter. That's why I went to my room to release some tension.

And now I was totally embarrassed.

"Want some help?" he asked smirking.
"By you?" When I'm nervous or embarrassed, I tend to provoke the other person for some reason.
"You've been here for a while. I think you need some help." He said cockily.

Cock.
Daphne stop!

"I am fine on my own."
"Are ya?"
"What can you do?" I said challenging him.
"So is that a yes to my friends with benefits question?" he asked.
"It depends. If you satisfy me tonight, then yes."

A very dangerous zone. But I have to get closer to him to gain his trust.
Yes use that as an excuse.
Shut up.
He opened the door and called one of the maids.

"Bring me a plate of cake and the whipped cream bottle."
"Yes sir."
I gave him a confused look.
"Sir." She entered with the things he asked to her to bring.
"Make sure everyone is having a good time downstairs. Especially Hazel." He said.
"Yes sir." She left.
He closed and locked the door.

"Are you sure?" he asked.
"What? You're scared?" I said in a mocking tone.
He smirked walking toward me.
"Turn around." He commanded.
I hesitated. Maybe I should've thought this true.
"And who's scared now?" he asked.

I turned around. He slowly pulled down my dress and it slid off my shoulders. He hummed sending shivers down my spine. He pulled down my dress and I stepped out of it. He pulled the straps of my bra and pulled my underpants.
"These next." He whispered in a commanding tone.

Both my bra and underpants were now thrown to the ground. I was a fully-naked detective in front of a fully-dressed criminal. What happened to my morals? I still have no idea.

"Lay down." He said.
I swallowed hard and laid down completely exposed to him.
"Have I told you how much I enjoy desserts?" he asked picking up the plate.
I looked at him unsure of what was going on inside his head.
He put the cake on my stomach. I let out a shaky breath from the coldness.
Next, he picked up the whipped cream and brought it close to my breasts.

"Especially if it includes whipped cream." He whispered and put some whipped cream on my already sharpened nipples. I let out a small whimper. He smirked and backed away. He took out his belt only to tie my hands to the headboard. He then went through my closet and picked a random shirt. He walked to me and covered my eyes.
"Much better." He said.

The anticipation was killing me. No sounds or movements was being made. Suddenly my back arched due to his mouth being around my nipple. He hummed in response. I let out another whimper. His mouth moved toward my other nipple. He was good. Really, really good. After a few seconds, his tongue travelled to my chest and down to my stomach. Suddenly I felt his fingers being rubbed on my skin.

"Open your mouth." He said.
I did.
He pushed two of his fingers which were covered in cake into my mouth. No words needed to be said. I wrapped my mouth around his fingers and sucked it for a couple of seconds.
"Naughty girl." He whispered and pulled out his fingers.
He used the same fingers to rub my clit. I bit my lip so I wouldn't make a sound since people were downstairs.