Submitting to the Sheriff in Lockdown

by Kimberly Skye

  He turned and went to his cabinet, pulling out the rope and the flogger then pulling the chair to the center of the room. She watched him in the mirror, threading the soft-looking rope through hooks in the ceiling she hadn’t noticed before.

  He turned to her, lifting her to her feet before stripping her clothes off then lifting her arms. He quickly wrapped the rope around her hands, the looped the ends around her chest, banding around her breasts.

  “I will make you come like this, tied up in my house.”

  His voice was gruff as he stepped in front of her, rubbing her nipples and tracing along the ropes that were squeezing her breasts. She caught her breath.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He turned to the cabinet and was digging around. Finally, he turned back to her, holding small suction bulbs.

  She gasped, then nodded.

  He bent over her, lightly kissing her lips before moving to her breasts, sucking and licking each nipple before placing the bulbs over them.

  Her side was to the mirror, so she could only see movement out of the corner of her eye. He picked up the flogger, running it across her chest, careful not to interrupt the bulbs on her nipples. Then he let it slide across her stomach, and she shivered.

  He spanked her, making her skin pink and the sensation shoot between her legs. After a dozen, she started rubbing her legs together, trying to make enough friction to ease the ache between her legs.

  When he pressed up against her back, and she was surprised that he wasn’t fully hard yet. He smoothed her hair away from her shoulder, pressing a kiss where the slope met her neck, before stepping away. She was confused at his body’s reaction or lack thereof, but before she could say anything, he kissed her again in the same spot.

  “Count for me, Tina.”

  The flogger snapped lightly against her thighs.

  “One, Sir.”

  The snaps and flicks progressively became more assertive, and Tina was shifting after each strike, pressing her thighs together as she counted, the throbbing in her clit competing for her attention with going spacey.

  At twenty-five, she started to feel breathy, the spacey feeling she craved was so close. Eddie pulled her legs apart so she couldn’t try to press on her clit, leaving it throbbing. She gasped when he raised the flogger again, this time the snap of the leather flaming her skin and burning to her clit. She was shuddering as she counted, the strikes coming faster.

  Finally, at thirty-one, she was floating. Eddie moved in front of her, releasing her nipples before kneeling. The blood rushing to her nipples and his mouth closing on her clit sent her spiraling. He reached up, gently rubbing her nipples with one hand while his other swatted her sensitive ass. She felt the pressure building up again, the buzzing of her nerves tightening beneath his lips until he had her on the edge of orgasm, holding her there by pulling her lower lips into his mouth and sucking. Finally, he thrust a finger into her and lightly bit around her clit and she screamed, struggling against the ropes, wanting to clutch him closer to her.

  He slowly licked and nuzzled her as she recovered from the orgasms. Kissing his way up her body, he paused at her breasts, running his tongue across the flesh squeezed between the ropes before licking her nipples.

  She rolled her head back, thrusting her chest up for his mouth. He stood, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her gently before moving to release her from the ropes.

  Eleven

  Eddie pressed light kisses to her chest and back where the rope had touched her skin. He inhaled her scent as he stood behind her, untying her hands and unhooking the rope. Today had thrown him, and hard.

  He picked her up, walking to his bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed with her still in his arms.

  In the dim light, he couldn’t see all of her skin, so he slid back into the bed and turned on his reading light next to the headboard. The rope had left pink marks against her chest and back, and he looked carefully, making sure he hadn’t pulled too tight and scratched her.

  “Are you okay? Anyplace feel too sore?”

  He rolled so she was lying next to him facedown and started smoothing his hands over her thighs and ass, feeling the heat radiating off of her skin.

  “No, I’m fine. Are you okay?” She was looking at him, her forehead furrowed in concern and reached out to rest her hand on his thigh.

  He breathed out heavily. He wasn’t ready to see her go tomorrow afternoon, especially when she was so soft and sweet with him.

  He rolled her to her side and pressed her back against his chest, leaving a little room for her skin to cool down.

  “Eddie? What’s wrong?”

  He burrowed his face into her hair, trying to pick the words out of the confusion battering his mind.

  “We had a bad accident and had to airlift the kid out. The parents didn’t think he needed a booster seat in their rental car and hadn’t put on the chains, so they slid out not far from where I found you and a truck hit them, T-boning into the back where the kid was.”

  He stopped, trying to chase the memory of the small child lying in the mangled car, the seat belt too high against his neck, crushing his trachea.

  Tina turned into him, wrapping her arms around his back and pulling so he was lying half on top of her. She slowly stroked his back, not saying anything. She continued caressing his back until the tension left his muscles, moving her hands up to his scalp and lightly dragging her nails across until he shivered.

  “Thank you,” he mumbled into her shoulder. Her hands gently gliding against his body soothed him almost as much as their earlier scene had. He rarely cared if a sub gave him aftercare, but tonight he was glad she had. Paying attention to her body, how she responded, how breathy her voice got, the pink and red on her flesh drove the images of earlier away as she took over his entire focus.

  He felt her move then the room was dark again after she’d clicked off the light.

  “I’m crushing you.” He started to move, then felt her arms tighten against him.

  “Stay here,” she said, sliding her hands up and down his back again.

  The feel of her body pressed against him was too hard to resist. He arranged himself then settled with her legs wrapped around his, his hands cupping behind her shoulders, his head on her chest.

  Lazily, matching the slow pass of her hands, his tongue reached out to touch the nipple before him. He felt her laughter more than heard it, taking it into his mouth.

  He didn’t want to arouse her yet, just wanted to give her back some of the tenderness she was pouring over him. She sighed, and his body relaxed, his mind following slowly behind.

  Something was poking his nose.

  He opened one eye then smiled. They must have dozed off because her nipple bumped his nose every time she breathed.

  Flexing his arms, he slid them out from under her before he kissed the nipple that had woken him up.

  He shifted down her body slowly, not wanting to wake her yet. He was finally between her thighs, pushing them wider with his shoulders, before placing his mouth on her. His hands found her breasts, and he massaged them softly before he ran his tongue across her skin. Her scent was all around him, and he inhaled, trying to memorize it.

  Licking lightly, he teased her before rubbing against her clit. He inhaled her scent, trying to memorize everything about how her body reacted to him so he could remember her after she left. He pinched her nipples and felt her body moving, pushing closer to him. He smiled, ignoring his arousal as he slowly woke her up.

  She stretched beneath him, then ran her nails against the back of his head.

  “Good morning,” he rumbled against her.

  She sighed, then arched into him.

  “Good? This morning is starting as an amazing morning.”

  He chuckled against her, and she moaned.

  “Eddie, no more foreplay.”

  “I haven’t even started.”

  “Please, just fill me.”

  He gave her one firm lick, savoring her
, before kissing up her body. He reached over, rolling on a condom before covering her body with his.

  “Hurry, Eddie,” she was panting and shifting her hips to find him.

  He reached down to guide himself into her body, moaning as he slid inside. His body moved and her hips lifted to match his. He caught her eyes in the shadows and couldn’t look away. In a few hours, he would have to take her to the airport, but for now, she was here, and she was his.

  They came together, shuddering quietly. He finally looked away to kiss her, and he didn’t want to stop. He finally released her, getting up to throw the condom away and get water.

  They climbed back into bed together and pulled her close. He didn’t want to sleep. He didn’t want to waste a minute of memorizing everything about her. She slowly drifted to sleep, her breath skating across his chest.

  Twelve

  The phone was ringing next to Tina’s head, dancing across the nightstand. She struggled to grab it, not wanting to wake up Eddie when she realized she was alone in the bed.

  “Hello?” She glanced at the caller ID and saw her boss's cell flash across.

  “Tina, I know you’re in a different time zone. I hope this isn’t too early.”

  “No, it’s fine. What’s going on?” He never called her from his cell unless he was on-site somewhere, but she knew he wasn’t scheduled to be out of the office for another week.

  “There’s no easy way to say this. We’re being furloughed, at least for the rest of the month. Your assistant and mine are the only ones at the office today, and they are canceling everything right now.”

  She blinked fast, trying to wake up.

  “Are they being furloughed too?” Tina thought of her assistant. A young woman much like herself a few years ago, fresh out of college and hungry to make her way in the company.

  “The big bosses are still talking. We need to have a skeleton staff in place somehow to keep things organized for the rest of the year, so I’m leaning for the assistants to be kept on and work from home or something but not have too many hours cut. But you and I will be on leave until this ends.”

  “Okay, I guess that’s good. I don’t want her to struggle, you know.”

  “I know. I’ll call you back as soon as I get more information.”

  He hung up, and Tina pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping the blankets around herself. She pulled up the news on her phone and saw that things looked worse than they had just last night.

  She looked up as Eddie walked in, seeing his frown before he sat next to her.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I just called for an update on the kid. He’s still in intensive care. Why do you look confused?”

  She blew out what almost sounded like a laugh, shaking her head.

  “The company is furloughing almost everyone, at least until the end of the month.”

  “Are you still flying out today?”

  She looked up, startled by the question.

  “I guess so. I mean, my home is there.”

  He stood, offering his hand. “One more scene before we have to get on the road.”

  It was barely a question. She nodded, offering her hand to him.

  They walked to the den hand in hand, Eddie guiding her to the bench.

  “Is this okay? With my hand and the crop?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She knelt, adjusting until she was comfortable. She tried to catch his eye, but Eddie wouldn’t allow it as he restrained her.

  He stood behind her, pushing down the sweatpants he was wearing, his erection bobbing against his stomach. Her mouth watered.

  When the first strike of his hand hit her low on her ass, she wiggled. His spanking was firmer today than he had been before.

  He looked at her in the mirror before looking down at her body.

  “Twenty with my hand, count if you want.”

  He rained strikes down her ass and the tops of her thighs, almost punishing but making her wet with anticipation.

  “Tina, are you still leaving?”

  Her head snapped up. She nodded because she couldn’t speak. There was something hard in his eyes that she hadn’t seen before.

  “Twenty with the crop.”

  He snapped it over her flesh, barely stopping to smooth his hand over her skin every few strikes.

  “Are you good?”

  She nodded, and he pulled her head back by her hair, just enough to make her gasp.

  “Answer me.”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m good.” She was close to stammering. The space she went to was almost in reach, but this time felt as impersonal as it had when she still went to the club in New York.

  “Count.” He was gruff, releasing her hair and moving back.

  Suddenly, she wanted to cry. She hadn’t cried from a scene in years, but she was on the verge now.

  She counted, and it took her until thirty to get where she could let go. He was still behind her and thrust two fingers into her when she was close to orgasming from the crop.

  She clenched around them and moved as much as she could to meet them until she came. This was quick and hard, but it didn’t last or satisfy her. When he pulled his hand away from her, she moaned.

  He moved quickly in front of her, kneeling, so she had to hold her head up to see him jacking off fast and angry in front of her.

  “Eddie, please, let me-”

  “In here I am, Sir,” he ground out, and she sucked in a breath.

  She watched as he came against his stomach, and she felt a void inside her. She wanted to feel him one last time, feel him coming inside her, and he kept that from her.

  She started crying, and he quickly released her, picking her up and sitting on the love seat.

  He held her, smoothing her hair back as she cried, lightly running his hands up and down her back.

  “Talk to me, Tina.” His voice was still low, but not as gruff. She wrapped herself closer to him, wishing she would fuse with him.

  “I don’t know. I haven’t cried like this in a long time.”

  He held her, waiting as her sobs built in her chest and crashed out of her.

  “I don’t want to go back.” She was sobbing, and she barely understood herself.

  “Tell me why.” He was gentle, so different from the man he was a few minutes ago.

  “I’m tired, Sir, and having a month off scares me. I don’t have friends back there, just my brother and his family, but the news said I should stay away from them for weeks after I get back.”

  The sobs were lessening as she told him what had been swirling in her mind in the short time since she heard the news. How she would be alone, and for the first time in years, she’d have time on her hands, but no real friends to talk to.

  He held her until her cries subsided.

  “Do you have to go back?”

  She looked up at him, startled.

  “I guess so.” She felt a sob bubbling up again. “I mean, I need to be there for when we reopen and take care of everything.”

  “Do you want to?”

  The sob escaped. She didn’t. Nearly a decade in her job, and she didn’t.

  “What else would I do?” She asked quietly when the sobs subsided again.

  She felt him swallow and tighten his arms around her.

  “Stay with me.”

  She pulled away to look up at him.

  “Until the furlough is over? I can’t just-”

  “Why not?”

  She knew her mouth was hanging open, but she couldn’t close it. Her hands were tingling where they rested against his chest.

  She felt him swallow again.

  “Are you happy in New York?”

  She slowly shook her head. “I’m not sure. I’m hardly in one place for more than five days. I’m too busy and tired to know.”

  She sat quietly, focusing on his fingers, gently tracing small circles against her lower back.

  She didn’t know how long they sat there, naked on a loveseat, neither
speaking.

  He kissed her. It was light and sweet, and she felt her head spinning. He adjusted her to straddle him, holding her tighter against his chest, running his hands up and down her back. She wrapped her legs around his back.

  He picked her up, carrying her down the hall to his room when she heard her phone ringing. Then his. He set her down, and they sat on opposite sides of the bed.

  Her heart stuttered when she hung up, seeing Eddie watching her.

  He opened the closet, pulling something out and holding it behind him when he turned.

  “Sheriff said the flights have all been canceled indefinitely.”

  She nodded slowly.

  “I guess if the offer still stands-”

  “It does.”

  He stalked toward her, and she suddenly felt naked. He loomed over her, and she strained her neck to look up at him.

  He pulled his handcuffs from behind his back.

  “You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to have cuffed here in my bed.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “No, not here. In here, it’s you and me.”

  She lifted her arms out to him, smiling.

  “Yes, Eddie.”

  He snapped them loosely around her wrists, and she turned, standing against the side of the bed and bending over.

  She shivered when his hands molded around her ass, then squeezed. He quickly rolled on the condom and heard her sigh.

  She looked over her shoulder, smiling broadly.

  “This time, you better be inside me, Eddie, when you come.”

  He slid inside her then leaned over her back, sucking on the back of her neck while taking shallow strokes.

  “What if I don’t?”

  She pushed back hard against him and circled her hips.

  “Then I’ll take my showers alone for the rest of the month.”

  He pulled out, then pushed back inside her deep, and she moaned.

  “I can’t let you do that,” he laughed against her skin then stood. He arranged her hips, holding them up so he could get deeper. He started moving faster and harder until they were both panting. He reached around her until he touched her clit, pressing and rubbing it until she came, screaming his name. She felt him coming as her walls were still contracting around him, and it triggered another orgasm that she gasped through.