Submitting to the Sheriff in Lockdown

by Kimberly Skye

She gasped and felt heat flood through her veins and center between her legs.

  Tina was leaning against the frame when the door opened. She was caught.

  She gasped again, feeling her cheeks heating. She lowered her eyes.

  “I’m sorry, Sir, I didn’t mean to overhear.” Her voice was soft and breathy, and she focused on calming her breathing.

  Sir? She was appalled that she’d called him Sir out loud.

  Her skin tingled as he stepped closer to her, but she kept her eyes averted.

  His hand brushed her cheek, and she leaned into it, sighing when his fingers slid into her hair.

  “What did you call me?”

  His voice was low, rumbling through her, and she felt her nipples tighten.

  “Sir.”

  He crowded her into the door frame, and she wanted to sink to her knees. Her head was swimming with desire.

  He lifted her chin until their eyes met, searching her face.

  “Sir, please, I’m sorry for overhearing, but not sorry that I know. I haven’t had anyone to do a scene with in a long time.” Her nerves felt alive and close to the surface of her skin with him this close to her.

  “You’re fine with doing this here? In my home, until we leave for your flight?”

  His voice was gruff and raw, and she couldn’t help but arch into the muscular wall of his chest.

  “Yes.”

  “And if we both want to follow the scene with sex, how-”

  “Yes.”

  When his lips crashed down on hers, she opened to him immediately. He groaned into her mouth, and she felt herself growing wetter.

  His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her back slightly.

  “What are you used to? Tell me that and your word.”

  “Hands, crop, and flogger. Caning on occasion, but not tonight. Red.”

  Eddie nodded, then kissed her again, and she felt him pressing against her. The size of him dwarfed her. He stepped away and offered his hand.

  Six

  When Eddie led her into the second bedroom, her eyes immediately went to the spanking bench. He saw them get large and glassy, and she sucked in a breath.

  He raised her chin so she would look at him.

  “This isn’t going to be a typical scene for me, Tina. I don’t normally kiss my subs, and I haven’t wanted sex with any of them in a very long time. If it’s too much, just tell me red, and I promise I’ll stop, but I think you should know all that.”

  She sighed and swayed closer to him.

  “Thank you, Sir. This doesn’t feel normal for me, either. Thank you for telling me.”

  He pulled her sweater over her head. She stood before him in dark jeans and a lacy black bra. He ran the back of his knuckle along the top edge of the lace cups until she shivered.

  Eddie stepped closer, working the button on her jeans and smoothing the material off until she stepped out of them and her socks. As he stood, he ran his hands up the back of her legs to grasp her ass. He pulled her tight against him, and she melted into his chest, making him want to scoop her up in his arms for some reason he didn’t understand.

  He pulled back, then walked around her, turning her to face the mirror that took up most of one wall. He walked behind her, lightly running the tips of his fingers across her skin, up her arms, and down her back. Every time she shivered, he felt his cock stir. Finally, he worked the clasp of her bra, letting the lace fall forward off her breasts.

  Drawing his palms up her back and shoulders then down to cup her breasts, he squeezed them, watching her reaction in the mirror. She was fighting the urge to fidget, which made him smile.

  “You’re such a good sub, waiting for me to give you pleasure.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  Her voice flowed over him, and he rewarded her by pinching her nipples.

  “Is that good, Tina?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Eddie pinched them again, this time pulling on them, and she moaned quietly. He leaned down to suck on her neck behind her ear, rewarding her, and if he was honest, himself.

  He stepped away from her, meeting her eyes in the mirror before moving and adjusting the spanking bench. It looked like a tipped over massage chair with thicker padding. He removed the headrest, and her eyes grew wider as he positioned the bench so she was facing the mirror.

  Then he opened a drawer from a cabinet against the wall, pulling out a riding crop, condoms, and small black bulbs.

  He held out his hand to her again, his heart thudding in his chest.

  Tina felt like she was floating to him. She stood before him and held her breath.

  “Is there anything on this table you don’t agree to?”

  “No, Sir. I agree to it all.”

  He leaned forward, pulling her nipple into his mouth, and she moaned softly when he released it, then squeezed the bulb before placing it over her nipple. She sighed as the suction took hold and closed her eyes, waiting for the next. He spanked her, and her eyes flew open.

  “I’m sorry, Sir!”

  “When I’m using the crop on you, you may close your eyes in pleasure, but not yet.”

  Eddie grasped her ass where he had spanked her and squeezed as he drew her other nipple into his mouth. This time he rubbed the flat of his tongue against her before applying the bulb. She fought to keep her eyes open, accepting the pleasure he was giving her.

  He turned her to face the bench and pulled her lace panties off her.

  “Do you always wear matching sets?” He asked as she stepped out, then ran his fingers across the trimmed red hair he exposed. Her stomach fluttered at his touch. When he stepped against her, the rough weave of his uniform set her nerves on fire. She wanted to rub against him but stood utterly still.

  “Yes, Sir, when I travel. It makes me feel less like a sardine in a metal tube hurtling through the air.”

  He laughed, and it filled her with heat. It was low and rumbled through her, and his smile was devastating. Everything inside her tightened and then released, flowing hot and wild deep in her core.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m ready for you.”

  She was more than ready, trusting him to read her body and take her where she needed to go tonight.

  He guided her to kneel, ensuring she was comfortable before securing the padded leather restraints on her ankles and wrists. Then he stood, lightly tracing his fingers up her legs, over the globes of her ass and up her back until he gently smoothed her hair to the side.

  Tina watched him in the mirror as he stepped back from her, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it free from his pants. He reached over his shoulder, grasping the neck of his long-sleeve thermal. She held her breath for the brief second his face was hidden as he pulled it over his head, then licked her lips as she saw the muscles of his arms and chest flexing as he laid the shirts across the back of the chair next to him.

  When his hands went to his belt, she felt her inner muscles clench and her mouth water.

  “Look at me, Tina,” he demanded.

  Relief and desire flowed through her and settled between her legs. She wanted to look her fill at Eddie and being commanded to do so raised her temperature.

  She held his eyes in the mirror as he slid the pants down his long and thick legs. His hands went to the waist of his boxer briefs, and she inhaled sharply.

  He pulled them down quickly and kicked them away before stepping up to her. He rubbed his hands down her back.

  “Count for me.”

  He pulled his hand back and spanked her hard enough to pink her pale skin immediately.

  “One, Sir.”

  He spanked the other side, this time leaving his hand on her, holding the heat against her skin.

  “Two, Sir.”

  He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the middle of her back before spanking her in quick succession.

  He leaned over her. “How many, Tina?”

  “Ten, Sir.”

  “Your skin is getti
ng red from my hand. Should I switch to the crop yet?”

  “If you wish, Sir.”

  Her skin was tingling, and she knew the crop would send her to that happy space faster, but having his hands on her made her hotter.

  “Tell me what you want, Tina or I’ll stop.”

  She gasped and clenched her core.

  “More of your hand, Sir. Having you touch me turns me on. The crop will make me spacey.”

  “That’s good. I’m enjoying touching you, spanking you, seeing you getting wet. I’ll reward you soon for being honest.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” she said, panting as his hand brushed against her center.

  He spanked her, alternating between sharp stings, flat handed smacks, and cupped hand against the top of her thighs.

  “How many?”

  She felt a moment of unease. She was so caught up that she lost track.

  “I’m sorry, Sir, you made me feel so good I lost count.”

  Eddie laughed again, and she raised her head to look at him, relieved that he didn’t seem mad.

  He slid his finger through her folds, stopping just before he reached her clitoris. She moaned and moved her hips, trying to bump his finger to touch her.

  A sharp slap to the outside of her thigh stopped her movement.

  “I was going to reward you for being honest by making you come right now, but I think it’s time to move to the crop so I can get you ready for me.”

  He removed his hand from between her legs, sucking the finger into his mouth as he stroked his shaft.

  Her eyes followed his hand in the mirror. He was thick and long, longer than she had even taken before, and she wondered if she could wrap her hand around him. She licked her lips, wanting to taste him. He turned away so she couldn’t see him in the mirror and she groaned.

  He turned back to face her with the crop. Tracing her side with it, he leaned over to kiss her shoulder.

  “How are your nipples?”

  “Still good, Sir. Thank you.”

  He traced her shoulders with the crop, walking in front of her. He stopped in front of her, and she stretched her neck until she was just far enough away that if she reached out with her tongue, she could taste him.

  “Sir?”

  She shivered when he smoothed her hair back and lightly tapped her shoulder with the crop.

  “Can I taste you, Sir?”

  He kneeled before her and took her lips, sucking her bottom lip before stroking his tongue against hers. When he pulled away, she bit her lip so she wouldn’t whimper. The brief taste made her feel hotter; each stroke of his tongue went straight to her clit.

  “Not this time. Tonight I want to take you to that space and then make love to you.”

  Seven

  Eddie stood quickly.

  Why had he said make love?

  He had never said that to anyone before. Not a sub, not a girlfriend. Why had he said it to Tina?

  He traced the crop down her other side before returning behind her.

  This entire scene had gone sideways for him, and he needed to regain focus.

  “Tina, count me down, starting at twenty.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Eddie forced himself to focus on looking at her skin grow pink and red, listening to the sound of the crop hitting the fleshiest parts of her ass and top of her thighs, how she shuddered when he would run the leather tip across her skin in between strikes.

  Somewhere around five, he heard her voice turn breathy, and her head was hanging down.

  When she got to three, he removed the nipple suction, and she gasped.

  By the time she got to one, she had sounded groggy as she thanked him.

  He set the crop down and palmed the condom in his hand as he squatted down in front of her.

  She parted her lips, and he kissed her softly, gently smoothing her hair off her face.

  “Do you still want me, Tina?”

  She looked at him, still hazy and blurry-eyed, and he felt his world tilt even further.

  “Yes, I still want you.”

  He kissed his way down her back before standing behind her and rolling on the condom.

  “Can you hold on? Or should I keep you restrained?”

  “Keep me restrained, Sir, or I’ll fall off.”

  He smiled before he pressed his mouth over the red marks covering her skin. She lifted and tilted toward him, making soft humming sounds that went straight to his dick.

  She was so wet. Eddie placed his hands on her ass, feeling the heat radiating from the marks he had given her as he gently pulled her cheeks apart. He licked her outer lips, and she moaned, then arched her back.

  “Keeping you tied was such a good idea. You taste so good,” he said before flattening his tongue against her and then gently sucking on her. She tasted salty and sweet, and he wanted to drown in her.

  Tina was moving her hips, trying to get him closer to her clit, so he pinched the flesh where her thighs met her ass, and she jumped.

  “I’ll get there,” he mumbled against her skin.

  He couldn’t deny her, moving his mouth up to her slit so he could suck and rub her clit with his tongue. She was panting and getting wetter, so he slid a finger inside her and felt her clenching.

  She moaned, and he felt his balls aching. As much as he wanted to give her pleasure, he couldn’t deny himself anymore. He stood quickly and pushed into her. She was hot and tight and started coming almost immediately.

  He was looking down, watching himself pumping in and out of her body, her flesh grabbing hold of him. It was erotic and made him want to hold off his orgasm as long as possible to watch her body taking him.

  Tina was gasping again, and he looked up, his eyes locking on hers in the mirror.

  He slid one hand around her body to rub her clit, and she tensed around him before crying out.

  “Please, Sir.”

  She was panting, and he increased his speed, going faster and deeper. He pressed harder on her clit before pinching her there while spanking her hard. She came apart, pulling his orgasm out of him as her muscles clenched around him. He collapsed against her back, wrapping his arms around her.

  Eddie felt boneless and bumped his hips forward into her as he lightly stroked her breasts and belly.

  He wanted to stay like this, stroking her and feeling her inner muscles tighten around him all night. Her body warm against his was soothing, and he tried to wrap himself around her while staying buried deep inside.

  If he could, he never wanted to leave her.

  The thought startled him, so he pushed up and pulled out of her. The low groan from her made him smile as he removed the condom and threw it away.

  He released her from the restraints and picked her up, carrying her to the small loveseat and setting her across his lap. She sank into his chest and stretched into his hands as they smoothed across her skin like a cat.

  He watched her closely, making sure he didn’t see any pain or doubt crossing her face. She looked content until something else passed across her face that he couldn’t read, and then she shuddered.

  “Are you okay?” His voice sounded low, even to himself. He’d never had an encounter in a scene or sexually where he’d talked this little, and he was still not sure why he had said make love to her earlier. He knew he should be talking more with her aftercare but didn’t trust himself for the first time in years to be able to say the right things.

  Some Dom he was, he thought.

  She snuggled closer. “Yes, Sir, just cold and tired from earlier. Thank you for this.”

  He kissed her forehead and lifted her in his arms. “You had one hell of a day. Let’s get you clean and warm and tucked into bed.”

  Eight

  Tina stood, wrapped in his arms in one of the most ridiculous showers she’d ever been in, and she was frequently in extremely expensive hotels with equally expensive bathrooms weekly, so that said a lot.

  The opposing walls had rows of jets on each side flowing up and dow
n like the fountains in Las Vegas. The back wall held a handheld wand that was slim and sleek on a rail aimed at his lower back, and he had turned off the large central head hanging from the ceiling since she hadn’t wanted to get her hair wet, but tomorrow she was definitely going to try out the waterfall feature.

  He was gently smoothing the soapy washcloth over her, paying extra attention to her tender skin from his earlier ministrations. She sighed as he lightly ran his fingers across her lower back.

  “Tina, why did you decide to do this with me?”

  She felt a chill stab through her chest and pulled back to look at him. He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

  “Nothing scary, just wondering why.”

  She relaxed into him a little more, sighing as he moved his hands up her back to massage her shoulders. He was still overwhelmingly handsome, and as much as she wanted to look at him for hours, she was still floating down from that spacey place she had been craving for over a year.

  “I didn’t mean to overhear your call, but when I heard something about flogging, everything turned inside out, and I wanted to drop to my knees in front of you.”

  He pulled back a little to look down at her, and she shrugged.

  “In New York City, there was a club I was a member of. The culture there was for subs to kneel in front of their Dom before the scene started. Just getting to the dreamy state was enough there for me, but I knew it wouldn’t be enough with you. I’ve never felt that way around a Dom before.” She was annoyed with herself for getting breathy at the end.

  “I’ve never felt this way either. We both know whatever happened in there wasn’t a typical scene. I just don’t know what it was and what this is.”

  Well, shit, she thought. Neither did she.

  He gently turned her to rinse off, then soaped himself quickly before turning off the water and wrapping her in a thick towel.

  He looked reluctant to leave the shower, and she didn’t blame him.

  “How did this bathroom come about?”

  He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest as he watched her dab water off her chest.

  When he nuzzled her neck before answering, and she almost forgot she’d asked him a question.