Tied-up Deputy: Book 2 (Deputy Series)

by Dawn Marie

  He took my hand and I shut my door, locking it as we walked away. Gabriel held the door open for me to walk through, and the hostesses asked if we wanted a table or a booth. I replied a booth. They showed us to our table. A nice quiet spot in the back. It suited out moods, I thought.

  Dinner was good. We barely talked to each other. I could tell there was stuff he was holding in. I decided to break the ice. Head into the fire, which I thought, was exactly how I felt inside. Burning for months. It was time to splash come cold water on these fires. Ice those bad-boys down. Feelings could be such a bitch sometimes.

  “Do you have a girl-friend?” I bluntly questioned. I looked him in eye as I sipped my sweet tea.

  He swallowed. He also clenched his left hand tightly around his rum and coke, as he took a sip. Those two little items told me all I needed to know. His blue eyes finally looked at me. Really looked at me. He wanted to deny it, I sensed that, but oh, he knew…I knew now. He had no choice but to admit it. It was time to come clean. This whole ordeal was getting into a boiling mess. And, before long someone was going to get burned.

  “Umm,” he started, “yes, I do.”

  “Should have told me that months ago,” I breathed out, slowly.

  “This whole situation is fucked up, Dawn,” he growls out.

  I laugh. Too funny, I think. I reply with, “A situation that you started.”

  “I can’t help myself,” he admits.

  “You mean you can’t stop fucking me?” I tell him. The waitress picks that exact moment to walk up with our check.

  He gives her his credit card and I let him pay. I can’t stop the itching fingers of craving as they creep into my panties. I want to fuck him one last time. To give him something to remember me by. After all, it must be so, so hard for him to keep fucking me and someone else at the same time.

  “Let’s go somewhere,” I tell him. “that’s private.”

  He considers this, like he’s torn on what to do. Please! “Where?” he asks me.

  “The motel over on 87.”

  “Alright. You can follow me,” he lets me know. I shake my head okay.

  I get out of the booth and walk towards the front door. I’m ready to end this situation between us. Especially, now. I know, I know, you are saying to yourself, you can just go home. You don’t have to fuck him. Don’t I? He’s a walking-licking-muscled-sex-stick. So, when I get to the door, his hand opens the door for me so I can breeze through. I head to my car, he heads to his truck.

  Once I’m inside my car, I crank it, his truck is cranked, his radio blasting a country song as he pulls out. I sit there, thinking for a second, wondering how men can fuck two women at the same time and be alright with that. How? Why? I pull out and follow him. The ride takes about twenty minutes to get to the hotel. It’s at the end of town out by the interstate. It’s a place most travelers stay at passing through on their way to Alabama or Texas.

  I pull in beside him at the hotel, he comes over to my window, and I roll it down.

  “Stay here and I will go rent a room,” he tells me. His eyes questioning me if I want this. Yes, they tell him. I shake my head yes.

  He turns and walks inside the hotel. It doesn’t take long, and he’s walking out with a key card in his hand. I can’t get over how good looking he is strutting across the parking lot. I wonder if a man like him can be faithful? Has he ever been?

  “Follow me,” he bristly tells me.

  He gets into his truck and wastes no time in starting it and backing up. I wait and see where he’s going. He’s going to the back of the hotel, back where there are no other cars, no other people. After all, wouldn’t want any locals seeing the deputy going into a hotel room with me. Would we? I back up and drive over to where’s he parked.

  I get out of my car, lock it, and walk over to him. I parked in front of the door it looks like. He’s standing there outside his driver’s door, looking around, and I remember he’s trained to see danger. He’s always watching. Searching. I wonder if they ever stop that habit? Men like him. The ones that put their lives on the line each and every day for us regular folks. I gaze at him, for somehow, deep inside me, I know I’ll probably never be this close to him again.

  “You sure – Dawn?” His voice husky, unsure for once, questioning.

  “Yes,” I reply. “You?” I question.

  “Yep,” he mumbles. Walks towards our hotel room.

  He opens the door for us and I walk in first. It’s a simple room with a queen-sized bed, flat screen television, and a bathroom. Its décor is red and green. Fitting for this kind of night, I think. I take my purse and go into the bathroom.

  I lay my purse on the counter by the sink, I hear music come from the room, as I use the bathroom. I wash my hands, take a sip of water, and look at myself. My blond hair is a mess, my blue eyes have a haunted look, and my purple lipstick is almost completely gone. I take a huge gulp of air, grab my purse, open the door to the bathroom and walk back to where Gabriel’s reclining on the bed.

  I put my purse on the nightstand, set my glasses down, and sit down on the bed. I turn to look at him, and his gaze is hot. If eyes could burn, I’d be burning right now. He reaches with his right hand and grabs me by my hair, pulling me to him. His lips devour mine. He tastes like rum and coke. Sin. Heaven. Hell. So, many, many more items. My brain is foggy with want. No other words right now for that feeling. Just want.

  I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the possession of his lips. He worshipped my mouth, exploring, tasting. He was in no hurry to end the kiss. His masculine scent was wrapping around my body. He flicked at my tongue, I thrust back, and around and around they twirled together. Finally, I pulled back to get some air into my lungs.

  His calloused palm rubbed down my back, he was so warm, and I moaned. His fingers found the zipper at the back of my neck, and he slowly, slowly began to unzip my dress. The shoulders of the dress fell to my forearms first, exposing my pink bra, he groaned, his large hands pulling my dress to my waist. I got onto my knees and pushed my dress the rest of the way off. Kicking it off into the floor by the bed. I sat there on my knees, looking at him, pink heart lace panties, pink bra, black stockings and three-inch black heels.

  The look on his face said it all. It was pained. I glanced down to his zipper and it was bulging. He was hard for me. I licked my lips and moaned softly. I want to swallow his cock. Time for me to take what I wanted. I reached up and pushed off my bra. I slide off the side of the bed before he could grab me and took off my pantyhose. Then push off my heels. Next I removed my pink lace panties. He groaned, my bare pussy was slick with dampness and it showed on my panties. I slipped my index finger into the slit of my pussy, pulled it out and licked it. He watched every little move. His blue eyes scorching hot.

  “Yum,” I moaned.

  “Come here,” he demanded. His voice husky with desire.

  I grabbed my black stockings and inched myself up to where he reclined on the queen-sized bed. He still had his clothes on. Time for those to go, I thought. I wanted to feast my eyes on his sexy chest. I wanted to worship his body. I wanted to claim it. Just as he had done to mine. Time to leave him some memories.

  “Take your shirt off,” I told him. I rubbed my pussy. Watching him take off his shirt in record time.

  “Come here,” he groaned.

  “Now your jeans,” I ordered. My finger now knuckle deep inside my own pussy. I was damp, but not wet enough yet. I reclined on my knees, legs spread wide, so he could watch every moment my small fingers made on my bare, slick pussy.

  He stripped down to nothing, and laid down beside me. I was on my knees, my stockings by my left knee, I couldn’t decide what I wanted first. Cock. Or, more cock. Hard choice to make when you’re in bed with a hot sexy stud like him. I decided I’d nibble on his cock some, then see if his cock was ready for my snug pussy. I stopped the torture on my clit.

  I inched myself to his side, his left hand rubbed my waist softly, I rubbed my hands slowly up his
chest. He was warm and soft. I moved onto his hips, straddling him, facing him, his eyes scorching hot. My eyes touched every naked inch of his muscled body. I didn’t know where to lick first. I decided his neck, so I bent unhurriedly towards his left side. Gabriel’s hands held my hips tightly. Using my tongue, I licked at his neck, leisurely licking up to his left ear lobe, there I sucked and licked on the small nub. He groaned.

  The taste of him in my mouth was almost climatic. He tasted so manly. I wanted to savor more of him. My heart contracted and I knew I’d always carry the taste and smell of this man inside me.

  “Hand ups. You can’t touch me,” I ordered him.

  “What?” He groaned.

  I grabbed his arms, putting both his wrists together at the top of his head. I moved up more onto his chest, his mouth was now even with my belly button. I had my stockings in my left hand, and wrapped them quickly around both his wrists. Pulling them tight I reached down as far as I could reach and tied the bottom of one leg to the bed frame. He could move, but not much. He was on display for me with his muscled arms and abdomen. All mine to play with.

  “What the hell…” He exclaimed. “Dawn, let me go.”

  “Nope,” I slid my bare pussy down his flat, muscled stomach. Ahh, that felt good.

  “Untie me!” He ordered. His voice suddenly loud, nervous.

  Smiling and shaking my head no, I went to his left nipple. I sucked hard on it. It pebbled up hard, I licked it. I went to the other nipple, and sucked harder on the right one than I had on the left nipple. Using my fingers, I lightly pulled and stroked the nipples as I licked and sucked on them. They were such hard little nubs. He groaned loudly. He tried to wiggle lose from the pantyhose.

  I stopped sucking, deciding I needed something, bigger, thicker to suck on. I inched my way down his stomach, stopping on his hard erection, that nine-inch cock so hard for me, and rubbed my wet pussy back and forth, back and forth on his cock. He moaned loudly. “God…” he groaned. Yeah, it was good for me also. My pussy was leaving little wet trails down his hard dick.

  I stopped moving for a moment, bent down to his muscled abs and licked all over. Ending up at his left hip, I nipped, sucked, and moved down very, very slowly off his hard cock.

  “Please,” he groaned. His voice husky and greedy with desire.

  “Move your legs apart,” I told him needy with desire.

  A slight shift of his legs and I moved down between them. Setting down on my knees, I bent to lick from the base of his cock up to the leaking head. Oh, God, the taste of him! I couldn’t resist licking the mushroom shaped head and sucking on it hard. His leaking pre-cum coating my tongue. I rubbed my left hand around his balls, gently caressing the underside of them. Still licking and slurping at the head, only the head, of his hard cock.

  His moans of pleasure were coming louder now, I felt my pussy getting wetter and I almost moaned from the thoughts of what I was going to do next. This deputy was tied up. All for me. Only for me. Just for me. And I going to taste his cock as much as I could handle. I stopped the caressing of his gorgeous balls, and decided to focus on his cock.

  Swallowing, I bent down and opened my mouth wide sinking down the head of his cock. His slit was still leaking pre-cum, my tongue licked it, swallowed it; couldn’t waste it. I licked, and licked. His cock was hot and tasted like pineapple. Moaning, I sank more of his cock down my mouth, into the back of my throat. I heard his loud grunts faintly, as I lifted my head, turning it, and sinking fast back down onto his cock. Taking about four inches down my throat. Up and down, up and down I moved on his cock with my mouth, sucking, licking, sucking harder.

  My pussy was dripping with pleasure, I rubbed it on my ankle, as I let his cock go with a loud pop. I needed some air. He groaned, and I looked up. Our eyes caught and held. He looked so lascivious. The need to sink onto his cock was a strong one for me. My pussy ached to be filled by his nine-inch cock. Not now, I panted.

  “Dawn…” he muttered. “Let me go.”

  “Not yet,” I moaned.

  I reached over to my purse on the nightstand, and took out a butt plug with lube I had inside. I settled myself back onto his spread thighs, my butt sitting on my feet, unsnapped the lube and slowly, spread it onto the red butt plug. It was a small one, circular shaped, one end small, one end larger, with a square end to keep it inside your ass. Or, should I say his ass? I made a show of lubing it up, making sure he watched every little circle of my tiny fingers, lubing up the plug.

  “NO!” Gabriel shouted into the hotel room.

  I didn’t say anything, no words were needed, my look told him everything he needed to know. He was pulling, yanking, his arms distended, trying to use his strength and jerk free from the pantyhose holding him hostage to the bed. Hostage to me. Hostage to my whims. Funny thing about pantyhose, it’s stronger than most people think. It can be used for lots of things. I know I keep a pair in my car in case my fan belt ever breaks. Yes, pantyhose are very durable. So, the deputy isn’t going anywhere no time soon.

  He did look so yummy tied up, all laid out for me, with me sitting between his muscled legs, I couldn’t let him suffer too much. Could I? My pussy did need some attention. So, I threw the lube down to the bed, held the lubed butt plug in my right hand, and inched my pussy up to his mouth. His eyes locked with mine. They said no.

  “Lick my pussy,” I ordered him. It was an inch from his mouth. I waited for his tongue. The feel of his hot lips on the bare flesh of my smooth pussy.

  He shook his head no. I guess he didn’t want to talk to me. Too bad. I moved up more, till I had his head between my knees, then I sat down on his face. He kept his mouth firmly shut. Bad deputy! Bare wet pussy on your face, and you don’t want to stick your tongue inside? Can’t have that, can we?

  “Lick my pussy, Gabriel,” I tell him loudly.

  Still no tongue, no sucking, so I rub my pussy onto his nose and lips. Back and forth, back and forth, my pussy getting wetter. Traces of dampness are forming on his lips, I push down harder, move faster, I’m almost at that point where I can find a release. Then as I start to moan, gripping the red butt plug tighter in my hand, my left hand holding onto his shoulder, I feel the tip of his tongue. It flicks at my clit. I give him some space and move back a few spaces, his tongue shoots up into my damp pussy, thrusting, in and out, in and out. I yell out my release as I wet all over his mouth and tongue.

  I sit there for a moment catching my breath, I want his cock inside me but not now. Soon. I move off his mouth. He takes a huge gulp of air. He still pulls at the hose and he’s still tied up. I move down his muscled and firm stomach, landing back in the spot between his spread legs. His hard cock is jutting up from the hair on his groin, teasing me, trying to get me to sink my wet pussy downwards. I don’t give in to the call of desire. Not yet.

  With my knees, I spread his legs wider if that’s possible, which it is, they spread wide for me. My left hand rubs his balls, pulling and squeezing, trying to relax his body. I can feel the tension coming from his skin. My fingertips slowly, move down to his ass check, I rub there softly, then I push my tiny index finger inside and rub small circles around his asshole. He tenses up. He’s groaning loudly now and I haven’t even started.

  “Shh...” I try to calm him. “Just relax.”

  “Dawn – Don’t,” he groans.

  Taking the butt plug tip in my right hand, I slowly rub it against the center of his ass. I push his legs up more with my knees, they are almost hanging off my own, my knees touch his balls, they are hot, I push the lubed tip in the space I’ve created. Back and forth, in and out, in and out, I lube up his asshole. He’s still so tensed. I bend over and lick the head of his leaking cock. I lick and lick, and he relaxes. My flicking tongue moving faster and faster on the head of his cock. That’s all I need, that one moment.

  I keep licking, while I keep the tip of the butt plug at the opening of his ass. As he relaxes, moans, I push gently, I do…gently into the tight depths of his asshole. T
he first inch I know I stretch him; he yells, tries to pull back, I clamp down with my right hand and upper body holding him there to me. Both his legs spread wide, hooked over my knees, my body bent over his lower body, small arm pushing and pulling, that red butt plug into his ass.

  Only half of the plug is into his ass. He’s never had anything inside it feels like. He is snug. Only about two inches out of four inches are inside his ass. I work at trying to get him more relaxed. I rub my nipples on his hairy knees, his eyes are squelched shut, his face turned into his left arm, I push another inch into that tight place. He moans into his arm. I moan because my pussy has made my legs soaked. I need to have his huge cock inside my body. I finally sink the last inch of that butt plug into his ass hole. I leave it there. A sigh leaving my mouth, as all the energy leaves my body.

  I move back from his spread legs, slowly, let his legs drop down beside my body. He groans. I can’t be sure if it’s from pleasure or pain. The butt plug peaks out from his ass checks. I bring one of my knees up to the end of it and push gently. Oh, God, the sound that escapes his mouth. Almost makes me want to yank the blasted thing from his ass and stick it inside mine. Almost.

  I rub my pussy with my left hand now that it’s free. I sink my fingers into the walls of my snug pussy. Two fingers that I begin to pull in and out, in and out, moaning from the pressure that is beginning. I want to come again. I glanced down at his cock, standing tall, hard at his groin, I don’t think it has been that red before. My pussy aches to sink on it. I take my fingers out, run them up my body to my mouth, and lick them clean. This time, he’s watching my every move. His eyes are begging for my pussy.

  “You want this?”

  “Yesss…” He groans loudly.

  I don’t make him wait any longer. Oh, I don’t my pussy to wait any longer. I groan as I straddle his hips, my legs on either side of his body, and I take his cock in my hand. I rub the head, it’s wet with pre-cum, sink it into my clit, my pussy leaks onto his cock combining his cum. I slowly move his cock up and down, up and around onto my slick pussy. I then lift, and put the head at the opening of my tight pussy. Slowly, I sink downward onto nine-inches of hardened Deputy cock.