Then again, maybe not. For a split second, he lost all the façade he’d worked so hard for and stared in mid-range shock at his partner. His stomach felt like a lead weight had just been unceremoniously dropped into it, and his heart took a temporary leave. An instant later he was back under control, but still scrambling for something –anything!- to redirect this sudden wrinkle.
“I’m sorry?” He croaked like a half-dead frog.
“You’re a little too predictable sometimes, Bobby. I knew that when I asked you to get my overnight bag, you’d somehow find your way to my desk and then to my book. And I didn’t even have to leave it out.” Her words were laced with song and spice. That voice was going to be the death of him, Minx that she was. His brain tried almost painfully to right itself. He was supposed to be the smart one! Why the hell hadn’t he seen this coming?! Oh, right. Alex and the idea of sex were involved. Nevermind.
“How is that, do you think?” He watched as she sauntered toward his door, somehow knowing that she wasn’t going to leave. Or was that just wishful thinking?
“Because I knew you’d snoop. I knew you’d find it if I left it in the right place. I also knew you’d be so focused on these new ideas in your head…” She reached out and into his hung coat, retrieving the small leather bound volume that still held a hint of Baby’s Breath, “…that you’d completely forget to put my book back.” Ouch. Ladies and gentleman, we have officially declared this situation a train wreck. Please act accordingly.
“But for the moment, let’s continue that discussion about pain versus pleasure, shall we?” Ummm….
“If you’d like…” He really hoped he didn’t sound as bad as he thought he did. He shifted on the couch as she slowly made her way back to face him. A leg automatically crossed over his lap just enough to hide a problem rapidly receding, despite his best efforts. So much for plans.
“To begin, as I’m sure you’ve surmised, I’m very well acquainted with this concept.” As she spoke, she began pacing just on the other side of his coffee table. And with every swing of her luscious hips, Bobby’s already jangled mind tried to find something other than her to focus on. Like her curious lack of a panty line, for instance…
“I have been a dominatrix for several years, since college, actually. It was quite a shock when my freshman roommate came home one night and proceeded to empty her bag onto her bed. It was filled with floggers and restraints and all kinds of lovely toys. I should have been repulsed. Instead, I got involved.” She turned suddenly, snapping Bobby’s attention from her ass to her eyes and promptly offsetting his brain. “Questions?”
“Have you ever…you know...let someone…” Ok, articulation was out of the question.
“Restrain me? No. I was always in charge, and eventually, that got one person’s attention. My ‘trainer’.”
“So you were trained. You didn’t…experiment.” And what he wouldn’t give to be her sexual guinee pig.
“Experimentation is key, but I understood some possibilities and wanted to make sure I didn’t do anything harmful, and I knew nothing about what the scene itself was about, so I sought help. Hank showed me the ropes, so to speak, and he also taught me that it truly is all in the wrist. You have no idea how much that helped me in Vice.” Hank. Once again the thought of another man touching his Alex had Bobby’s blood boiling. She had to have seen that because her soft lips curled into a devilish grin. And suddenly he was thankful his leg had taken initiative because he once again had quite a bit to hide and not a lot of brain to work with.
“So, you kept doing it after college.”
“Off and on, but we’ll get to that. Hank also made something very clear early on, when I was still getting way too excited about the prospect of being in charge. In a way, he’s what made me really want to become a cop.” Bobby made a mental note to find this man and thank him before he skinned him.
“He showed me another side of being dominant: being attentive. He told me to write those essays, to ensure that I understood what it was like to trust and be trusted.” Trust. Such a small word, yet it was still the one part of himself he’d never let anyone near, let alone committed to anyone. Well, she wasn’t anyone, now was she?
“Now, if I know you, you had a few things here and there to ensure-aha!” Glassy eyes barely focused as Bobby’s keener than usual ears registered the crinkle of brown paper and plastic inner wrappings. He didn’t have to look up to know he’d been found. “That they would be right where you wanted them when the time came. Let’s see… My, my, such interesting choices. Why, Bobby,” she said as she looked up, a tiny sparkle in her gorgeous tawny eyes, “I had no idea you enjoyed such a thing.” She peered down a second time, and for that second he felt like he was the one under the microscope. Did she like the things he chose? Would she-
“On second thought, we’ll get to these later.” She dropped the bag next to hers by the door. Somehow, it sounded distinctly like his doom. He blinked, and suddenly she stood before him. His gaze drug from her bare feet up her stocking-covered legs to the power-suit skirt to that blouse nowhere near as creamy as her skin. She dropped so perfectly to her knees he barely registered it. His heart had taken up residency in his stomach as soft hands began a slow massage of his knees.
“Remember what I said about being attentive, Bobby?” He nodded dumbly, not trusting his voice. “Well, it means a lot of things.” Her hands traveled up his thighs softly. He was certain if he gripped the fabric of this couch any harder, it would shred. Or he would. Her touch ran evenly past his groin and up his stomach, her body nestling between his further spread legs. Her breath was suddenly close enough to feel, her hands playing with his collar as he swallowed hard.
“It means that this is for both of us, and I intend for both of us to enjoy every moment.” His collar button popped open. Her nimble fingers worked down his shirt until it fell open. She jerked forward, bringing both of them to their feet. His shirt fell away, and he watched in awe as she looked him over with approval.
“Oh yes, you’ll do just fine.” Bobby’s heart went into humming bird mode as her hands worked at his waist, releasing and pulling loose his belt. She held it up as if to scrutinize, and his blood ran cold. She wasn’t going to…?
“On your knees, Robert.” That hammered through his mind in a different voice all together. He couldn’t help but follow, even as memories buried deep decided now would be a good time to resurface. Damn them. Damn them all. A single tiny foot pushed him backward and into the couch. Falling of a whole different nature came to the forefront, his throat suddenly dry. A shadow cast across his face, and his eyes opened to behold not a tormentor, but a fantasy.
“Do you trust me, Robert?” His eyes shot to hers, wide and begging in a way they hadn’t in decades. She nodded once and knelt before him, his face softly cradled in her hands.
“I have to ask. Do you trust me to know what you need when you need it? Do you trust me to provide for those needs in whatever form they come?” He couldn’t help leaning into her touch. He wanted to touch her so much it hurt, but he didn’t dare. He only nodded.
“Say it, Robert.”
Parched and broken, the words whispered forth. “I trust you, Alex.”
“Then you know you don’t have to be afraid.” Not of her. Not of her. The words kept chanting through his head like the deep seated mantra they were as she reached for him, fear and lust thick enough to smell radiating from him in waves of anticipation. Soft fingers touched his face, as if making sure he was still real.
“Oh dear. I think I broke him.” And in so few words the bubble of tension burst inside him. She was so good at that, he wondered how he ever made it through his day without her. Wait. He’d tried that. And it had nearly cost the department the worst rookie he’d ever seen. Not that it would have been such a big loss, but no matter.
“For this evening, considering your lack of experience,” she said looping the belt around the leg of the couch, “I’ll allow for a lot of talking. You can tell me what’s good and what’s not.” The belt cinched tight, but not enough to really hurt him. He could feel quickly that if he really wanted to, he could get free. “But just remember who you’re talking to, understood?” Behind that almost feral grin stood a woman unyielding. Oh no, there was no mistaking who she was. Or where he was: beneath her, before her, and at her mercy.
“So, have you ever done anything like this before?” His head shook dumbly, every roll making his already thick head dizzy.
“Then it will be my pleasure to show you…” a kiss to his temple, “…just how lovely…” a kiss to the hollow of his throat, “…this can be.” A final swipe of her tongue across one dark brown nipple sent shivers down his spine and rocketing to his already aching erection.
“By the way, Robert, what roll were you going to play in this little rendezvous of yours?”
“I was…” He could breathe. Fancy that. “I was going to follow the letters…” At her raised eyebrow, he sucked in a shuddering breath. “Mistress.”
“Very good. Interesting, too. For your honesty, I’ll let you take the lead for a moment, just to see how you like it.” She rose onto her haunches, silken hair tickling his chest. “Tell me what you’d like me to take off, and if you ask properly, I’ll do as you ask. With the provision,” she said running her hands lovingly through her hair, “that you just get to watch.” She stood before him positively beaming with pride. And she had good reason to be. She was as close to physically perfect as any woman could ever be. Bobby had always enjoyed touching his lovers. Being in charge never really entered into it, he just enjoyed pleasing them. Making them feel special, sensual, and most of all sexy. But Alex didn’t need that. She knew she was sexy. She knew she was special. She just didn’t know how special…
“And if you forget yourself, clothes go back on. If I get back to square one, the game is over.” Cruelty, thy name is Mistress. She smiled down at him as a wolf would over a lamb, and he had to fight to swallow. Wrinkle turned train wreck turned ‘oh my god, she’s going to eat me alive’. Memo: Make a point to reevaluate the establishment of current situation when brain returns to normal functioning status. Memo saved. Switching off rational function… now.
“The sh-shirt.” At one raised eyebrow, he grunted in frustration. Idiot. Pay attention!
“Please take off your blouse, Mistress.” The smile bloomed across her face, lighting the room.
“Much better. There’s hope for you yet.” Without another word she set to her task, beginning at her collar and tackling the button. Slowly. Way too slowly, Bobby thought as nimble fingers gently released the first button, revealing the soft skin beneath. Each button gave way to more and more delicious flesh, something black and lacey showing through the folds of fabric. At last the last button was undone, and his control was rapidly following. She pulled the shirt apart, and he couldn’t hold in the gasp. Perfectly toned curves, rounded and soft came to his eyes as white satin fell to the floor. He could have sat there for hours taking her in, but his thoughts wandered back to the moment he’d almost creamed himself at his desk when staring at her just like this.
“The skirt next, please, M-Mistress…” Small hand and delicate fingers trailed over her body, gently caressing her in all the ways he wished he could just then. Down and down and down they went, small gasps echoing as she hits the right spots. His photographic memory kicked over, and with every move she made he cataloged her reaction, memorizing the sight of her so his hands would know their way when he finally got to touch her.
And then her skirt was gone. He wasn’t really sure how that had happened, but he didn’t care. Not only was she wearing a black lace garter and stockings to match her bra, but no panties. She’d gone the entire day wearing no panties. He groaned aloud as his hips moved, squirming to relax some of the pressure of his now painful erection.
A sound came to his ears just then. A soft, helpless kind of whimpering sound. And he was stunned to discovery he was making it. Alex smiled as she got down on her knees just beyond his feet. Her hands touched the floor on either side of his calves, her entire body on display for him. She smiled so sweetly. Why wouldn’t she kiss him with that smile? Who was in charge again?
“I think it’s time I taught you a thing or two about controlling yourself, Robert.” Oh, that’s right. She was in charge. IS. Alex…
That thought was striped from him as hot breath flashed across his chest, her tongue sweeping over one hard nipple. His flesh ignited, hot bolts of pleasure streaking through him and settling low, loving the way she rubbed against what felt like his entire body. He lay fixed, bathing in the glow of her, lost in the tide she caused to ebb and flow. His throat felt like sandpaper when he tried to speak.
“Should I… be doing something, Mistress?”
“You are, Robert.” Velvety warmth filled in the gaps in his head as she purred. He was pleasing her. She liked this. He’d honestly never thought that he could be on this end of things, but this was Alex. His Goddess. His Mistress. My Lover.
“Hmmm. I think you may be wearing too much. Time to even the score, don’t you think?” Delicate fingers moved with firm determination across his stomach, and he was suddenly very glad he’d put himself through hell all his life to keep in shape. Nothing but perfection was worthy of this Goddess. Who knew him so well. Who instinctively knew he liked to be touched right-
“Ah!” Her hot, wet tongue darted in and out of his navel as her hands splayed over his hips. Warmth pressed against his legs and groin, causing him to squirm all the more.
“Robert,” she said between perfect bolts of pleasure, “you keep squirming like that, you’ll throw me right off. You’re so much bigger than I am. I could get hurt if you did that.” Instantly he froze, and his own lack of movement only added to the sensation, because now he knew it was just her. Touching him, tasting him, teasing his skin as she pulled his clothes away. Nails raked across his skin, leaving tiny paths of red sensation in their wake. They trailed down his sides slowly, gently… a hard smack to each flank rocked him. The soft cotton of his boxers was damp, and he was half-embarrassed. He hadn’t been this hot since he was a teenager, and even then, nothing could compare to this insanity. Nails grazed as the waistband was pulled away, and at last his cock sprang free. His legs were suddenly free, then clasped between her slender thighs, her fingers running just up his hardened shaft.
“My, my. All this for little ol’ me? Why, thank you, Robert.” He bucked without meaning to. And then her hands were gone, replaced by her strong fingers teasing their way up his arms to his wrists, her warm body stretched across his, igniting every inch of flesh she touched.
His already teeming erection brushed the scorching place where she straddled him, yanking a harsh gasp from his throat. Oh god, Alex. Hurt me. Break me. Do anything you want, just make me yours. “Please…”
“Please what, Robert?”
“Please, Mistress…”
“Mmmm… I like the sound of that. For being such a good boy, you get what you want.” He whimpered in dismay as she lifted off his body, only to groan as she took his cock in her hand. Nine inches cradled lovingly, she took full stock of his weight and shape. “Lovely…” He barely heard her as she moved him, her legs stretching her body high above him as she reared. For a moment, she simply loomed over him, her sweet perfection on display for his hungry eyes. And mouth. And hands. And none could touch her. Sweet witch.
And then she touched him. Hot, slick with her juices, his tip touched her. And he went into orbit.
“Isn’t it nice to get what you want, Robert?” His eyes rolled back into his head, never to return as she sank onto him so slowly. Was she kidding??
“Yes, Mistr-ah!-Mistress…” Her hips rested against him, her entire weight supported as she sighed so deeply he could actually feel it. Twitch. Swirl. Dear God, this woman…
“And am I what you want Bobby?” Something deep inside her moved, and his hips shot upward, impaling her just that little bit further. She flew forward and down, and for a moment he panicked. But only a moment. Instantly she was back up, her weight holding him down as he squirmed beneath her, desperate for something-anything!
“Yes…” More than life itself. Oh yes, just like that! “Oh, God, yes…”
“Yes what, Robert?” But she never stopped doing that insane thing deep inside her.
“Please, Mistress…” His hips bucked again, sending her along for the ride as sweet pleasure shot through him. “Oh, please don’t stop, Mistress!”
She smiled that perfect, pouty smile and started really moving. Gently, slowly at first, rising almost totally off him, before coming down hard and fats, sheathing him in pure Heaven. He pulled harshly against the binding that held him, hard enough to move the couch, but he didn’t care. Her rhythm was slow and even, racheting him up the mountain of pleasure he’d been running toward all night. He matched her from beneath, heels digging into the floor to get any kind of leverage. She barely had to work as he thrust hard into her, increasing the speed at the behest of their mixing moans.
“Oh, yes, Robert…” He’d hated that name, but on her lips it was more than wondrous. As was she. She rocked and lolled as her hair spilled over her shoulders, the couch dragging and creaking as he pulled hard on stiff fabric-
A harsh gasp and wince brought him squarely out of his haze as her nails dug into his stomach. He held stock still, her harsh breath the only breathing to be had. The panic returned in full force, every inch of him aching. Thoughts ran unbidden and unchecked as he tried to read her through the ruddy haze she’s dropped him in. Oh no, she’s hurt! I hurt her! She’s going to hate me! Knew I should have been more careful! She’ll never want to do this again! I can’t believe I ever wanted to hurt you, Alex. I couldn’t, no matter what happened. I have no right…
Delicate fingers caught his nipples and squeezed, hard. He yelped, the pain running along the lightning flash of pleasure, but he couldn’t pull away, his mind caught in the crosshairs. Yes, Alex, hurt me. Make me pay for thinking I could hurt you. I can’t. I won’t! Not ever!
“Did I tell you to stop, Robert?” Her voice was caught somewhere between gasp and groan, and it surged his body anew, but he couldn’t shake the uneasiness.
“I… thought I hurt you...” he gasped out.
“Did I tell you to think?” His eyes locked with hers, hot and hard.
“You don’t stop unless I tell you. You don’t fear unless I tell you. You do not feel guilt unless I tell you.” A single buck of her hips was all the order he needed. He moved again, rapidly gaining the momentum he’d had before, her body pulling him further into her sweet paradise. His eyes focused at last, the sight before him mesmerizing. Alex, sweet, beautiful Alex sheened in sweat and positively keening her pleasure. Her beauteous form clouded over as tears glistened his eyes. No fear. No pain. Just her… He could feel her reaching for her peak, and he let go of everything to let her feel as he did, even for just a moment. Love you so much… His head fell back against the hard floorboards, and his world shattered, his body staked out on the rack of their shared desires.
The sound of his name across those coveted lips echoed in his clouded mind. He came back to himself to a sweet weight sprawled upon his heaving chest. Her hair flowed across his skin, her breath hot and flowing over him in soft waves. He could have stayed there forever. Eternity proved all too short.
He felt her stretch over him, and then his arms were free. They hurt to move, but he managed to move them down enough to drape over her back as she settled onto his chest. The feel and sound of her breathing was all that filled his mind for several lovely moments, which was a switch for him. Usually his mind was racing, especially after sex.
“Bobby?”
“It wasn’t what I expected.” He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, to tell the truth, but after the lecture about responsibility and the actual fun of picking out goodies, nothing had been used. Only her hands. “Well, it wasn’t…” Her soft, strong, knowing little hands… “It wasn’t quite like those letters.”
“Those were meant for someone who isn’t you.” Her voice was suddenly serious, and it compelled his attention, even though his neck wasn’t too pleased about moving just yet. He sought and found her almost golden eyes, so full he had to swallow back the tightness in his throat. “I don’t want you to be a slave to me, Bobby. You’re my partner, my friend. I care about you more than anything else in this world. And this is whatever we choose it to be.”
“Ok.” Then I choose to be whatever you need, whatever you want. I choose to be with you, in any way I can be. Always. “In that case,” he said with an infectious smile she’d never get tired of seeming, “why don’t you show me what some of those things in that bag are good for?”
THE END
