This Book Has No Purpose

Barbisi - the belt fic

"Jocelyn and I?" He asked innocently. "There was a lot of heat. It was exciting."

Barba sat comfortably from his chair. Slouched in his chair with his files neatly placed in front on him in perfect order. Completely relaxed with his unwavering air of confidence. "She remembers it differently."

"She was playing the role of of a sexual submissive. Now she's playing victim." Adam retorted coldly.

"Pretending to be a submissive?" Barba asked.

"She just told us that." Adam stated.

"That's right." Barba said with a laugh. Standing up from his seat. "That's right. That's right." He repeated as he approached Adam Cain. Barbra's face was all a smile. But it was cold and humorless with a burning determination in his eyes. Cain stared back with his own cocky confidence. Sure that he was going to win. Just like he had with all of his other victims. But not this time. Rafael Barba didn't lose.

"She was inexperienced. But you weren't." Barba said.

"Not entirely." He said.

"Mr. Cain.... What... Excites you about having sex with Jocelyn?"

Cain chuckled. "What excites anyone about sex?"

"Was it the belt?"

Adam was silent. Cocking his head slightly. Not changing his demeanor or facial expression but his eyes showed confusion. Maybe even fear. Bingo.

"The belt that was her idea, even though she was pretending." Barba said casually. But with a little bit of heat.

"She wanted to try roleplay." Adam said. Almost looking bored. No. That wasn't it. He was not prepared for this. He was afraid to confront a situation he hadn't coached himself for. He didn't know how to lie. Good. Barba was going to work that.

"How do you start something like that?"

"With the belt?"

"Yeah, I mean, do you just take your belt off or–?" Barba laughed, cutting himself off.

"That's right." Adam answered with a pleasant smile and a nod.

"And you give her a few hits with it?"

"She seemed to enjoy it." Adam said. His smile seemed to waver a bit. Good.

"Then you out the belt around her neck." He demonstrated with hand motions.

"Yes." Cain answered.

"And then you get behind her..." Barba said as he walked closer. Putting more sexual suggestion into his words. Softening his words a little but not his volume. "Tighten it." He said, the words dripping with soft sexual insinuation.

"Yes, to increase her pleasure." Cain snapped. Seeming almost annoyed now. "I'm not sure what this has to–"

"Just bear with me." Barba interrupted. He stared directly at him. Accenting his words with a precise nature. "Where was the buckle?"

"I don't know if I can be more specific. Would you like me to show you?" Cain asked, clearly frustrated.

"Well, actually..." Barba said with a smirk.

"Objection! Your honor!" Attorney Calhoun shouted.

"As a regular joe, I am curious." Barba explained quickly, feigning innocence. "About how this belt-around-the-neck thing is exciting. I'm sure, your honor, that the jury is curious as well."

"I'll allow it." The judge said, sitting back. "For now."

Barba took his personal victory with grace. "So let's go back." He said, walking away from the stand. Then turning to face Adam Cain. Looking him directly in the eyes as he reached for his belt.