The Virgin Sex Queen

by Angela Verdenius

  Very stupid.

  A car zipped past going in the opposite direction and he glanced at the radar. Above the limit by almost ten kilometres. “Let’s go, big boy, we got one.”

  Mike had the car turned expertly, the siren slicing through the sound of the afternoon traffic, the lights flashing on the roof.

  The car was ahead of them but they gained quickly. Just as the driver realised what was happening and reacted, Alan’s eyes widened. He knew that car.

  “How about that,” Mike murmured as the car indicated to turn off the road.

  He pulled in behind the car and looked at Alan.

  Alan studied the back of the car. Oh yeah, he knew that car. Sophie Willow, breaking the law again.

  Part of him was annoyed, the other part laughing darkly.

  “I’ve got this.” He climbed out of the cop car.

  Game on.

  The siren sounded behind her, blue lights flashing. Shit. A glance at her speed limit confirmed it - ten kilometres over.

  Indicating, Sophie pulled to the side of the road. And how was this for coincidence, when she looked in the rear view mirror, who had caught her? Cute Boy and The Incredible Hulk. What were the odds of that happening again? She rolled her eyes.

  The Incredible Hulk stayed in the car while Alan got out of the driver’s seat and approached her door. Thank goodness it was Alan. The Incredible Hulk scared the crap out of her.

  Plus with Alan, she’d likely get away without a speeding fine. They hadn’t indulged in sex since last night when she’d agreed to let Alan teach her a few…things, kind of hard to do with Sam in the house, but Sam had left this morning to visit his parents for a few days and tonight, well, tonight was another night.

  Of what, she couldn’t wait to see. Nerves and anticipation combined.

  Even though she’d been caught speeding again, Alan would no doubt remember their passionate first lovemaking session and be sweet to her, ready to please her. Yep.

  “Hey, Alan,” she said, unable to help feeling a little shy when he bent down to peer into her window.

  Taking off the mirrored sunglasses he wore, Alan regarded her unsmilingly. “Sophie.” He glanced around the car before zeroing in on her again. “In a hurry?”

  “No.” Her smile faded when he didn’t smile back but continued to regard her out of hard cop eyes. “Ummm…”

  “Yes?”

  She’d never seen him look so hard. Every vestige of humour was gone, the Cute Boy replaced with Stern Cop. It would have been sexy if she wasn’t so unnerved. “Uh…so.”

  His dark eyes raked over her face. “What have I told you about speeding, Soph?”

  “Well-”

  “Do the words ‘speed kills’ ring any bells?”

  “I do believe you told me that last time.”

  “So you do remember.”

  “Of course.”

  “But you didn’t take any notice.”

  “Oh, but I-”

  “Ma’am, I’d be careful what you say to me right now.” There was a definite dangerous edge running through his words.

  “Ma’am?” Sophie gave a small laugh. “Are you kidding me?”

  “Do I look like I’m kidding?”

  Uh oh, Alan was serious, deadly serious. Dangerously serious. She gulped.

  “I only give one warning, Sophie. Remember?”

  “Yes, but-”

  “You had your one warning.”

  “So you’re giving me a fine?” She sighed. “Damn.”

  “Did you think I wouldn’t?”

  She tried for a hopeful smile.

  “Seriously?” He gazed intently at her.

  “Well, you know…”

  “I’m going to be home in an hour, Sophie. Be there.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me. Be home when I get there.”

  “Are you joking?” Incredulous, she stared at him. “What for?”

  “What do you think?” He straightened.

  Was he for real? “What are you going to do? Give me the fine there?”

  He bent down again, one arm resting on the roof of the car. His face was still cop hard, forbidding, his gaze holding a dangerous light. “A fine isn’t going to do you any good, is it, Soph? I know your record, you’ve had a few speeding fines. No, I’ve something more in mind for you.”

  Now her heart was starting to beat faster. “What do you mean?”

  “Lessons are sometimes learned the hard way. Be there.”

  “Hang on.” Sophie couldn’t believe he meant it. “Are you serious? Alan, you can’t be serious!”

  “I am deadly serious.” His tone brooked no argument. “Don’t make it worse by arguing, and don’t make it worse by not being there. One hour, Soph, and I’ll be home expecting you to be waiting for me. Now go, and no speeding.” Sliding his sunglasses back on, he straightened, walked back to the cop car, and swung inside.

  Mouth agape in disbelief, Sophie watched him in the rear view mirror. Mirrored sunglasses hid his eyes but he was looking directly at her. Could he see that far? Could he see her staring at him in the mirror?

  And oh God, just what was he intending to do when he got home?

  When he simply sat and watched her in silence, The Incredible Hulk doing the same thing, she turned the indicator on with trembling fingers, checked the traffic and pulled out onto the road.

  Her heart was jumping in her chest and her nerves were skittering, they were the only words to explain how she felt. Hot, cold, a bundle of nerves. She’d be lucky if she didn’t arse-end a truck. It’d be Alan’s fault for making her a nervous wreck.

  She didn’t know what to think, could only guess at what he meant to do when he returned to the house. Holy cow, he’d ordered her to be at the house when he got there! Of course, she could just drive off somewhere, refuse to obey. Yeah, why should she do what he ordered her? Why should-

  Her mobile rang. She tried ignoring it while debating where exactly she could go for a few hours - or the night…week…month - but the phone kept peeling insistently. Finally she pulled over into a service station, parking under a tree. Picking it up, she flicked it open and put it to her ear. “Hello?”

  “Don’t even think of going into hiding, Sophie,” Alan said quietly. “Don’t make me come looking for you. If you run, I will find you.”

  “Alan, you’re scaring me,” she blurted.

  There was silence for several seconds before he said just as quietly, “I’ll be home in an hour. Be there.” The phone clicked off.

  Lowering her mobile, she flicked it shut and put it on the passenger seat with shaking hands. Jesus, she was sure she was going to have a heart attack any second. Dread filled her, but so did a perverse sense of excitement.

  Oh God, she really was a freak. How could she be both excited and scared all at once? And what emotion ruled the strongest - fear or excitement?

  Chewing her bottom lip, she stared at the petrol bowsers, not seeing the cars that came, filled up and left. Her thoughts were whirling. That this could be happening to her, really happening, was barely credible. A cute cop was pulling the disciplinary scenario on her. Alan was doing the disciplinary scenario.

  Just like the scenario from Punishing Laura. Oh sweet mother mercy! What exactly was he planning to do? Wait, he couldn’t do anything at home, Sam was there sleeping and - no, he wasn’t. He’d gone to spend a few days with his parents, the house would be empty. Which meant Alan could do whatever he decided served as punishment, even... She almost broke out in a cold sweat. Surely he wasn’t going to…he wouldn’t dare…it just wasn’t civilized!

  Oh God, she had to find a safe place! Wait! Where? He’d said he’d find her and that wouldn’t bode well for a follow-up. Besides, he wouldn’t really…would he?

  Breathing a little heavily, she glanced in the rear view mirror. Her eyes were like saucers. Well, whose wouldn’t be? This was a fantasy come to life, nothing like this was really true.

  Only it looked like i

t was going to be true.

  No, no it wasn’t, she assured herself, taking a deep breath and trying to steady her breathing before she started hyperventilating. More than likely Alan was just going to ream her out, yell at her, maybe pound the kitchen bench with his hand to drive the point home. Yeah, that was it. He couldn’t ream her out in public, but he could do a good job of it in the privacy of the house.

  Yeah, that was it. A reaming. A sound telling-off. Okay, she could cope with that. Nodding, Sophie started the car. Why run from a telling off? What was she, five? She could handle it. After all, she had been speeding again, he was right, she had clocked up a few speeding fines in her driving history. Just a telling off. That’s all. Just that.

  So why did her hands still tremble when she opened the door between the kitchen and garage? Pouring a glass of water, she gazed into the depths. The truth was that she wasn’t sure of Alan right then, the quiet, dangerous side of him was an unknown quantity.

  She wasn’t scared he’d beat her, but she wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t…she gulped, going hot inside, the spanking scene from Punishing Laura dancing tauntingly in her head. Okay, she wasn’t so sure that he wouldn’t do that. Cripes, she couldn’t even bring herself to say the word.

  Okay, she should write this feeling down, capture the emotions while she could, but then it would make it all so real and if she wasn’t careful she would run.

  Nerves jangling, she sat at the kitchen table, hands clamped around the glass, listening to the seconds tick past. She tried to read a magazine, assuring herself for the thousandth time that she was letting her imagination run away with her - her dirty, perverted imagination - but she couldn’t help the knot of dread that curled in the pit of her stomach as the time of his arrival drew nearer. And nearer.

  The clock was ticking off her doom.

  SJ sauntered in for a bite to eat then perched himself on the end of the kitchen bench, tucking his paws under him and half closing his eyes. Lucky cat to be dozing. His only worry was whether he had tinned cat food or mince for dinner.

  She was still sitting there when she heard the car approach outside, the garage door open then slide shut, the engine turning off. Her hold on the glass tightened when the slam of the car door was followed by the deliberate tread of boots. Her gaze flew to the door as it opened.

  Face expressionless, Alan entered, closing the door behind him quietly. Sophie watched as he crossed the room to place his wallet and car keys on the kitchen counter. Slowly, every movement deliberate, he took off the heavy utility belt and placed it on the bench.

  SJ gave it a sniff before resuming his Sphinx act.

  Nervously, Sophie took a mouthful of the water that still filled half the glass in front of her. Shame it was too late to take up drinking, she could do with a shot of dutch courage.

  Turning, Alan leaned back against the kitchen bench, folding his arms across his chest and crossing his ankles, his gaze unwaveringly on her. Not one fleeting expression crossed his face.

  Not having a clue to as what he was thinking, Sophie swallowed hard.

  His dark eyes were the only thing that moved, sweeping over her slowly, thoroughly, from head to toe and back up again until his gaze was once more locked with hers.

  “You’re not an obedient girl, are you, Sophie?” His voice was like dark silk.

  “I…look, I’m sorry, Alan. It was stupid to speed, I know-”

  “You know?” Not by one note did his tone change, yet somehow a thread of danger was twining through it. “How many times have you known, Sophie? You’ve known the dangers since the day you first sat behind a steering wheel, since the first day a driving instructor told you, since the first time you heard of people dying because of speed. You know but you don’t listen.”

  She couldn’t stop the blush of shame. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry doesn’t cut it when Sam has to bury to you, Soph.”

  “Okay.”

  “No, it’s not okay.”

  “I didn’t mean ‘okay’ as in all is fine, I meant it as in I understand.”

  “Yet still you speed.”

  She bit her bottom lip. “I won’t be speeding from now on.”

  “And why is that?” he asked silkily.

  “Because you scared the crap out of me.”

  “Really? And how did that happen?”

  “Are you kidding me? I’ve been a bundle of nerves waiting here to be reamed a new one and you’ve done it in a very controlled way.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah. And I’m not likely to forget it.”

  “I see.” He contemplated her in silence.

  “So that’s it.” She sighed in relief.

  “Is it?”

  “Isn’t it?”

  When he just continued to gaze at her, she stood up and nervously twisted her hands together. “Alan…”

  “Sophie.”

  She stared at him.

  Pushing away from the bench, Alan strode to the table and took her hand in a firm grip. The look on his face was anything but comforting, his expression still forbidding. “I don’t think this is over, Sophie. In fact, this lesson is far from over.”

  Her eyes widened. Oh shit, surely he wasn’t serious?

  “Going by your history, a telling off is not going to work. A speeding fine isn’t going to work. Maybe being heavy handed will work.”

  “Oh no. Oh no, Alan.” She started to tug at her hand.

  Turning, he strode towards the kitchen doorway.

  She hauled back, certain her weight would slow him down if not stop him, but damn his weight lifting and fit body, he just gave her a sharp tug that sent her stumbling after him.

  “Alan, I swear, if you do - it - to me, I’ll scream the house down!” She made a wild grab for the doorframe.

  In a swift manoeuvre he jerked her right past it and continued walking, saying calmly as he did so, “The whole neighbourhood will hear and won’t the gossips have a field day? Soph, they’ll just think we’re getting our jollies on. They all know you’re into spanking.”

  “What? No!” Oh, God, he was going to do it! “No, Alan, please! I’m not into it! I’m not!”

  “Hmmm, I’m thinking I might as well be comfortable.” He walked into the lounge. “You won’t be, but then again that’s your problem, isn’t it?”

  “Alan! Oh God, I swear I’ll never forgive you!”

  Sophie nearly had a heart attack when he sat on the sofa and looked up at her, his eyes gleaming as he tugged her relentlessly forward. She wavered right in front of his lap, his strong thighs looming up to her mortified gaze.

  Okay, far in the reaches of her wicked mind she was secretly thrilled but honestly terrified as well. Oh God oh God oh God!

  Alan patted his thighs. “Okay, Soph, brace yourself.” And tugged.

  Chapter 7

  She fell forward with a shriek, only to find herself twirled midair so that she landed on his lap all right - in a sitting position. For several seconds she just stared up at him, registering that his arm was at her back, his other across her thighs. She wasn’t face down over his lap getting her arse smacked, she was sitting on his lap.

  And he was laughing. His dark eyes danced with mirth and he was bloody laughing!

  “You arsehole!” She slapped his chest and struggled. “You - you deviant!”

  Tightening his hold on her, he laughed harder. “Oh God, Soph, if you could have seen your face!”

  “I can’t believe you made me so freakin’ scared!”

  “Oh, come on. What’s a little spanking between kinky friends?”

  “You jerk!”

  Capturing her arms by the simple act of wrapping his own around her, Alan tugged her against his chest, falling back against the sofa so he could snuggle her close. His body still shook with mirth.

  Utterly drained, all Sophie could do was slump against him. Serve the idiot right if the circulation to his legs was cut off. Relief poured through her, relief that he’d only been playing with her, leading her on with no intention of punishingly putting hand to derrière.

  “Remind me to kill you when I get the strength.” Her heart was still hammering.

  He kissed her temple. “Poor baby, did I scare you that much?”

  “I was petrified!”

  “I’m sure I saw a little thrill, though,” he teased. “A little light of anticipation in your eyes.”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “Sure it was. Right behind the terror.” He guffawed.

  “I’m so pleased I amuse you.”

  “You gave me the best laugh of the day.”

  Shaking her head, she couldn’t help but smile at his infectious laughter. “You arse.”

  “Yeah. But tell me you didn’t love it.”

  “Now that the fear is over?” She thought about it and could only blush. “Okay, maybe a little.”

  “Great. Next time we’ll see how much further I can go.”

  “Further? Alan, there is no further.”

  “Sure there is.”

  She looked questioningly at him.

  He waved a hand at her. “We never got this far.”

  “Not on your freakin’ life!”

  He laughed harder.

  Cripes, she was going to kill him one day and he’d only have himself to blame.

  Dipping his head down, he kissed her lightly, teasingly, before settling back against the sofa.

  Relaxing, she rested her cheek against his shoulder, feeling him shift to lay his own cheek on the top of her head. Every breath he took moved her against his chest.

  Closing her eyes, she smiled slightly. Okay, that was one fantasy that almost played out and while she was glad it hadn’t gone further, she couldn’t help but be glad he’d almost taken her all the way. Somehow, he’d known just when to stop.

  Minutes passed and she almost dozed off, safe in his arms, when he said softly, “Soph.”

  “Mmm?”

  “Promise me you won’t speed anymore.”

  “Of course,” she said.

  “Soph.”

  “I won’t speed.”

  “Soph.”

  At the insistent tone of his voice, she tilted her head back so she could meet his gaze. “What, you’re really going to spank me if I get caught again?”

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