The Virgin Sex Queen

by Angela Verdenius

  There was no amusement in his eyes, his tone deadly serious. “I’ve scraped too many people off these roads, Soph. Seen too many lives lost. Knocked on too many loved ones’ doors and seen them cry. Please, don’t be someone I have to see dead in a car one day. Don’t be the one that makes my mates knock at my door to tell me you’ve been killed due to speeding. Please Soph.” Keeping her gaze locked with his, Alan dropped his forehead so it rested against hers. “Don’t be the statistic that breaks me.” He said it so softly, so sincerely, the fear in his eyes plain to see.

  It was this more than anything- the speeding fines, the disapproval of peers, the laughter of friends - that struck home like an arrow. It pierced her, the sudden understanding of how he truly feared for her. As a cop he’d seen his share of fatalities, and now due to her disregard for the speed limit, her careless attitude, it brought home with brutal honesty the fact that it wouldn’t be just her life she lost, but she’d destroy others.

  She’d destroy Alan’s life. The thought of him answering the door, maybe the constant fear of a knock at the door when he knew she was out somewhere, or approaching a car smash and knowing, recognising, her car…Oh God, she understood. She really understood.

  All Sophie could do was look at him, tears gathering in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Alan.”

  “Just promise me, Soph.” He gazed deeply into her eyes. “Please. Really promise me.”

  “I do.” Reaching up, she slid her hand around his nape, kissing him gently, lightly, on the lips before pulling back to look him in the eyes, needing him to see her sincerity. “I promise, Alan. I really promise.”

  He smiled, just a small quirk of his lips to acknowledge it. A light kiss in return, gentle and sweet, sweeter than she’d ever known him to kiss, right before he tucked her head back beneath his chin. His lips brushed her hair. “Thanks, Soph.”

  Cuddled close against him, safe in the shelter of his arms, she felt utterly, completely content.

  ~*~

  It was early evening and Alan was impatient. He loved his mother but he wished she’d get off the phone. Sophie was getting ready for bed.

  Pretty, luscious Sophie.

  “Alan?” his mother barked out. “Are you listening to me?”

  “Yeah, Mum, I’m here.”

  “So when are you coming down to see us?”

  “I’m not due for holidays for a few more months.”

  “Oh.” She sighed.

  “Aw, Mum, do you miss your baby boy?”

  “Don’t start. You’re a grown man.”

  “And yet you want me home.”

  “There’s a gutter to fix.”

  “Why won’t Dad do it?”

  “Because you know what happens when he touches things.”

  “So you stopped him.”

  “Yes. I guess I can get the gutter man in. I don’t want you getting up there and falling off, scrambling the remainder of your brains.”

  If Alan didn’t know his mother better, that’d hurt. Luckily he knew her humour. He shared it. “Aw, thanks, Mum.”

  “Don’t forget to bring your new work pants down so I can hem them.”

  “Done already.”

  “You hemmed your pants?”

  “Don’t sound so disbelieving. I’m handy with a needle and thread, you know. I’m a grown-up. I do things for myself.” At her continued silence, he sighed. “Okay, Belle did them for me.”

  “I thought so.”

  “You know, Mum, I love you and all that shit-”

  “Watch your mouth, boy. You’re not too big that I can’t come down there and wash it out with soap.”

  “That’s aggravated assault. I could arrest you for it.”

  “And I could clip your ears. Make it worth the arrest.”

  “Uh-huh. Listen, I’ve got a chick in my bed-”

  “Alan! Dear God, that’s not what I want to hear from my baby!”

  “You always said you wanted the truth.”

  “There’s truth, and then there’s truth.”

  There it was again, tomato, to-may-toe. That particular vegetable - fruit? - was becoming a theme.

  “Mum-”

  “Fine, fine. I’m going. Now, you’re sure you’re getting enough to eat?”

  “I’ve got something really yummy on the menu tonight.” He was going to eat something all right, but not what she had in mind.

  “Good. Make sure you get early nights, too, with the hours you work. I’ll see you, baby.”

  “Okay Mum. Thanks for calling.” He hung up faster than was really polite, but hey, Sophie was waiting. He started eagerly towards the bedroom.

  By now she was probably sitting in the bed, eyes big, that light of combined excitement and a touch of uncertainty present that made him want to take her in hand and teach her all kinds of bad things.

  Heh heh.

  Yep, no doubt she was waiting for him, lips trembling, anticipation riding her as hard as he was going to - oh. She’d fallen asleep while waiting for him.

  Alan looked at her in the bed. Yep, cotton nightgown, sheet to her waist, hair in one neat, thick braid, all innocence. And he was the debaucher. Yeah. He could almost feel that feral growl rising in his throat.

  Grinning, he left the room. He had just the thing to wake Soph up, to get her into the mood. To start the festivities off, as it were.

  Retrieving the handcuffs from the top of his dresser, he strode back into the room. Officer Cooper was back on duty.

  Leaning carefully over the bed, he looped the handcuffs over the rail before gently taking one wrist and raising her arm. He froze when she sighed and shifted slightly, but she continued to sleep.

  Oh yeah. He clicked the handcuff around her wrist and moving around to the other side of the bed, he repeated the action. Now she was lying there with her hands cuffed to the headboard.

  Handcuffs in the bedroom never failed to do it for him. He’d done this before with a giggling, lithe and very beautiful chick, but he certainly had never done it with the anticipation he felt now for the beauty sleeping so unawares of what he had planned for her. Nor had he ever taken it as far as he was going to now.

  Going back into his room, he donned his police uniform. No one was home, the blinds were drawn, and his sergeant would never know what nefarious things Alan planned on doing while wearing the West Australian Police uniform.

  Leaving the cap off, he returned to Sophie’s bedroom and stood beside the bed, level with her waist. Folding his arms across his chest, he said, “Sophie. Sophie Willow.”

  She sighed, tugged at her hands. Tugged again. Slid back towards sleep.

  “Sophie.”

  “Mmmm?”

  “Open your eyes, ma’am.”

  She blinked, still a little dozy. “Alan?” She glanced around the room. “Sorry, I must have dozed off and - what the hell?” She tugged at her wrists, her gaze flashing up to see her wrists securely cuffed. Her mouth dropped open.

  Alan grinned. “Hello, Soph.”

  “What is this?” She tugged on the handcuffs.

  “I had a great idea. Since you write about handcuffed heroines getting all pleasured, I thought maybe it was time to do some research in that area.”

  Her gaze snapped to him. “Are you insane? Let me go!”

  “Oh, sweetheart,” he said. “No.”

  “No?”

  “We’re just getting started.” Picking up the note book by her bed, he started reading it. “Hmmm, let’s see what nefarious deeds you’ve been writing.”

  “Put that down!” She jerked on the handcuffs. “Alan Cooper, you stop right now!”

  He thumbed through it for several pages then stopped. Hoo boy, so this was Sophie’s latest fantasy? All right! And no one else had read it yet. Okay, it wasn’t hugely wild, but hot damn, it was going to be fun. He’d just make a few adjustments, creative license and all that shit.

  Looking up, he said sternly, “Ma’am, you’ve been very, very naughty.”

  “Alan.
” Her cheeks crimsoned. “Don’t you dare!”

  “Yep, very naughty. Good thing I’m here to teach you to respect the law.”

  “Oh shit. Alan, no-”

  “Now don’t you worry, ma’am, I know just what to do.” He dropped the notebook back onto the bedside table.

  “No no no!” She was almost frantic.

  Yeah, almost, but there was that little light in her eyes, too. Luscious Sophie was scared, all right, but mostly she was intrigued. Oh, this was fun.

  Maintaining a serious face, he leaned down to place one hand on her chest right between those big boobs. “Just settle down, ma’am. I’m going to make you a little more comfortable.”

  “I’ll scream the place down,” she threatened.

  “Course you will.”

  “I mean it, Alan. I’ll scream. Everyone will hear me!”

  He couldn’t stop the wicked grin. “I’m counting on it. After all, I have both of our reputations to upkeep. Sweetheart, you scream your lungs out. Everyone in hearing distance will be agog to know just what dirty little kink you’re researching now.”

  “Alan!”

  “Now sweetheart,” he admonished, “Relax. I’ve used handcuffs before. I know how to treat a…” Straightening, he winked. “Felon.”

  “I think you might be treading that path right now, Constable Cooper.”

  “I’m going to ignore that bit of sarcasm.” Biting back his grin, Alan raised one brow and slipped his mirrored sunglasses on. Thank God the light was bright. “Now ma’am, you’ve been detained for having porn in your possession.”

  “You wish. And it’s not porn, smart arse. Now this has gone on far en-”

  Pulling his glasses down the bridge of his nose, he cut her a look. “It’s not advisable to backchat me, ma’am.” Back up the glasses went. The less she saw of his amusement at her reaction, the better.

  She glared at him. “Then stick to the script. You’re adlibbing.”

  “Ma’am, your smart mouth is going to get you into trouble. You have been warned.”

  “Alan, when I get loose, I’m going to rip your-”

  He held up one finger. “You only get one warning. You’ve had it.”

  She rolled her eyes, which really spoiled her next plea. “This is going too far, too fast. Alan?”

  Easing his weight back on one hip, Alan canted his head to the side. “Are you hiding something, ma’am?”

  Sophie eyed him suspiciously. “What?”

  “On your person.”

  Her eyes widened. “No!”

  “Hmmm, that answer was a little too vehement, a little panicked. Are you panicking, ma’am?”

  “Holy cow, yes! I’ve had enough! Alan!”

  “Oh Sophie.” He shook his head. “This is suspicious behaviour.” He took a step back. “Now I’m going to ask you again, ma’am, are you hiding anything on your person?”

  She glared at him. “No.”

  “Wrong answer.”

  “What?”

  “I’m gonna have to frisk you, ma’am.”

  “What?”

  He smiled. “This won’t hurt a bit. Maybe.”

  “You - Alan-”

  “Constable Cooper, ma’am. In case you want to scream it out later.”

  She started yanking on the handcuffs again. “Curse it, you mean!”

  “Now, ma’am, just lie still and let me frisk you.”

  Why start with subtleties? Alan placed both hands on those generous boobs, massaging them slowly with his palms, cupping them, feeling the nipples almost instantly peak.

  Her soft gasp was audible, even though she bit it off.

  Keeping his gaze on his hands, he pursed his lips. “Hmmm. I think you’re hiding something under there, ma’am. Let’s see what else I feel.”

  She’d gone completely still, the only sound in the room her breathing which was already becoming a little choppy. If she wasn’t careful she’d hyperventilate. Alan suppressed his grin and shifted his hands down to the gentle swell of her belly. Leaving one hand there, he slid his other beneath the sheet and slowly, oh so slowly, shoved it down.

  “Can’t leave anything unchecked, ma’am, I’m sure you appreciate that.”

  “Oh yes - I mean no.” Her hips shifted in the bed and he pressed down a little on her belly. “Hold still, ma’am, I don’t want to slip and impale you on something.”

  Out of the corner of his eye he saw her mouth drop open in a little ‘O’. Biting his inner cheek, he lightly trailed his hands across her lower belly. “Now this could take a few minutes.”

  The tension when his fingers slid over the outline of her mound was instant.

  “Spread ‘em,” he ordered.

  She jerked, the cuffs rattling on the headboard. “Oh, Alan, I don’t think-”

  “Ma’am, spread your legs. Now.”

  He heard her gulp. Oh yeah, he was getting to her. Those full, plump thighs parted and he shook his head sorrowfully. “I’m afraid this nightgown is getting in the way, ma’am. I’m going to have to go undercover.”

  “Oh shit!” She clamped her thighs shut but his hand was still in-between them.

  Turning his head, he gave her a disapproving look over the top of his glasses. “Tsk, ma’am, such language.” And winked.

  “Anyway,” she croaked, clearing her throat and trying again, regaining a little bravado. Or pretending too, he could see the blush in her cheeks and the whiteness of her knuckles. “You can’t use that scene. It’s just from my notes. It’s not part of an official book yet.”

  “Ever hear of creative license?”

  “You know crap about creative license. And the scene isn’t finished, so there.”

  “Oh baby, I can finish that scene, and you’ll be wanting to take notes. Trust me, it’s a screamer.”

  Her cheeks reddened.

  “Now, ma’am.” He snapped back into role. “Spread those legs or I’m going to have to restrain them as well.”

  That got her moving. He felt the shiver go right through her, then slowly, ever so slowly, she spread those plump thighs again. Keeping his gaze on his fingers, he trailed his fingers lightly across the nightgown, tracing along her leg until he got near her knees where the hem lay, and then he very deliberately slid his hand beneath the hem, spreading his palm across her skin above her knees.

  She might have plump thighs, but they were firm, too. Warm skin, silky. Beautiful.

  After giving her thigh a firm squeeze, he lifted his hand until just his fingertips rested on her skin, and then he proceeded to trail the up the inside of her thigh, higher and higher, feeling the tension in her ricochet the closer he got to the apex of her thighs.

  “Ma’am,” he said a little huskily. “You’re about to be invaded.”

  “I am?” she whispered.

  Glancing up, he saw that her wide-eyed gaze was locked on his hand where it disappeared under the nightgown, and he grinned wickedly. “Oh yes. Very much so. This won’t hurt a bit, ma’am, I promise.”

  Now he watched her face as he moved higher, his fingertips brushing the curls protecting her secrets, feathering over the edges of the plump labias already damp with arousal.

  That was the secret, get Sophie so aroused she wouldn’t even notice that his movement up her legs was pushing the nightie higher, bearing more of her to his view.

  It was a damned yummy view and about to get better. And a whole lot hotter.

  “Now brace yourself, ma’am,” Alan said sternly. “I’m going in.”

  Her thick lashes lifted, her hazel eyes so wide and innocent, a little fearful, yet hot and wanting all at the same time. Especially when she unconsciously licked her lips.

  Jesus, that was a sight to make a man’s dick go hard as a rock.

  Glad that his sunglasses hid his eyes from sight, he smiled at her and cupped her sex, his middle finger sliding smoothly through the sheltering labias to settle against her perineum. Oh God, she was slick with arousal already, her protests be damned. That m
ade it easier to rub against her in smooth, slow motions of his hand.

  “Yes ma’am,” he said, not trying to hide the huskiness creeping into his voice. “I think I may have found something… what’s this?’ He stopped, the tip of his finger right at the entrance to her body and fingered it, making her gasp and her hips writhe. He pressed down on her belly warningly. “I do believe I’ve found a pocket of some kind. Ma’am, I’m going to have to investigate.”

  “Oh God…Oh geez…”

  “Close,” he said. “It’s Constable Cooper.”

  “Alan!” The last two letters of his name was keened out when his finger slid deep, deep inside that snug little sheath.

  Her wet heat coated his finger. It made his shaft jerk and press in sudden urgency against the zip of his pants.

  It wasn’t time for that, not yet. Pulling on iron control, he blocked out his own rising arousal and concentrated on Sophie.

  Taking several deep breaths, he gently pumped his finger inside her, feeling her internal muscles clamp down on him. Oh yeah, that felt good all right. Bloody awesome. It would be even better when he was buried deep inside her, his shaft nudging high up inside her hot body.

  Later.

  For now, he had a job to do, a role to play, and a self-conscious chick needing to be mindless for what he had planned.

  “Well now, ma’am, nothing seems to be inside you.” Withdrawing his hand, he straightened and hooked his glasses down the bridge of his nose a little so she could see his eyes.

  Oh lord, her eyes were hot, so very hot.

  “Ma’am.” He smiled slowly. “I’m not actually finished yet.”

  “You can say that again!” She bit her lip. “I mean…” Trembling, she took several deep breaths.

  Calming herself. Oops, couldn’t have that.

  “I’m can’t feel anything, ma’am, but I’m going to have to take a closer look anyway.”

  “What? You can’t-”

  “I’m the law around here, ma’am, I can do anything I want.” Bracing one hand beside her head, he leaned down to peck a kiss on her gaping mouth. “You’re detained, remember? Not a damned thing you can do. You’re at the mercy of the law, ma’am, so I suggest you co-operate.”

  “Oh Alan, you can’t possibly mean to…to…”