Nicollette's Defense

by Skye Michaels

  She had dressed in a short, tight red dress and high red pumps. Her outfit was not as out there as some club wear, but it was definitely sexy. Since Dan was new to the game, she had worn a matching red lace bra and thong under the dress. She didn’t know if he was ready for the short red dress with no underwear.

  A few minutes after the bartender had delivered her margarita, Dan joined her at the bar. He leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth, tangling his tongue with hers. No tentative exploration this time. “Hi, beautiful. I’ve been waiting for this moment all day.”

  “Hi, yourself. How was the class?”

  “It was great. That was the last one. I think I’m ready to try some of this out in practice. What do you think?”

  Oh, no. Here goes nothing. “Well, we’d have to discuss hard limits and who would be the top.” Dan looked flustered and dismayed for a minute. She laughed. “I am a switch, remember? But for now, I am willing to be the sub. I can’t promise that at some time in the future I won’t want to be the Domme. Can you live with that?”

  “Uh…I guess so. I really hadn’t considered that possibility, and it wasn’t covered in class. What are your hard limits?” Now he looked worried.

  “Dan, don’t look like someone has stolen your cookie on the playground. I promise we’ll play nice for now. I know you are new to the Dom game, and I just threw a monkey wrench into your works. It will really be okay, Sir. I promise.” Now he looked somewhat mollified.

  “Okay, sub. Hard limits? And what is your safe word?”

  “Yes, Sir. My safe word is ‘pansy.’ No extreme bondage or whipping, knife, fire, blood, or bathroom play, or other life-threatening practices. Light bondage such as cuffs is okay as is light impact play like spanking or paddling, at least until I get to know you better.”

  His face broke out in a smile. “You are willing to play, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m willing to play. Do you want to go to the dungeon, or would you prefer to see if a theme room is still available for the first time?”

  “I think a theme room would be a good idea. I’ll go out and talk to Pamela about a room.” He got up and walked out to the reception area and came back a few minutes later with a key card. She knew Dan had not yet joined the club. He wanted to be sure that BDSM would be something he wanted to continue before he made that commitment. He took her hand and helped her off the high barstool while openly enjoying the view of her legs. “Let’s go, sub. I’ve gotten the key to the Executive Office theme room. I was disappointed that the French room was already reserved, but given some of my recent fantasies while in the office, this might work out just fine.”

  Recent fantasies? This has potential. She grinned and followed Sir to the theme room. He swiped the card and then entered the room. She knew that once they were inside the room the scene had begun. She dropped into the slave position near the door, bowed her head, and put her hands palms up on her thighs.

  “Nikki, you might have to prompt me once in a while, but here goes. Sub, disrobe, hang your clothes, and put on a set of cuffs. No, wait. This is an office theme room.” He laughed. “This is stressful. Can’t we just make love on that couch over there?”

  “Dan, relax. Would you rather I took top this first time?”

  “No. Give me a minute. I can handle this.” He turned away from her, and when he turned back, he had his Dom game face on. He walked behind the desk and sat down. “I think I’ll just live my favorite fantasy. Sub, come here and service your boss. On your knees between my legs, hands behind your back, and open my zipper with your teeth.”

  Nikki was smiling on the inside, but she didn’t want to hurt his feelings or dent his pride. She didn’t want him to think she was laughing at him or trying to take the lead. The first time had to be extremely difficult for a new Dom, and she didn’t want to turn him off the experience. “Yes, Sir.” She dropped down between his knees. She bent into his groin and gripped the zipper between her teeth. She slowly worked it down. It would be easier if he would lean back, but she didn’t want to make any more suggestions than absolutely necessary. Finally she had the zipper down, and his cock was at full attention behind his shorts.

  Dan hadn’t said no hands, just to use her teeth on the zipper. She pushed the flap open and coaxed his stiff cock out of the opening. Thank goodness. This was harder than it needed to be. He hadn’t said mouth only, so she took him into her mouth and started to work his shaft from top to bottom with her lips and one hand while slowly massaging his balls with her other hand. He groaned.

  His cock was large and beautiful with a well-defined mushroom head and prominent veins. She sucked the tip and then slowly licked down and back up before taking him deep into her mouth and beginning to suck in earnest. His eyes were open, and he watched as she took his cock deep into her throat. He began a slow thrusting motion. He was being careful not to choke her, and she appreciated his concern. She could feel his pulse quickening and knew he was getting close, so she eased off. She didn’t want him to finish too quickly. She began the journey up and down his now-glistening cock sucking and nipping. He took her head in his hands to guide her rhythm. She began to suck, lick, and tease his cock, tasting and exploring her way to the top again. Finally she increased her pace, and she felt his cock throb with his heartbeat. His balls contracted, and he threw his head back as his seed blasted across her tongue. She swallowed it down and rested her cheek against his thigh. His climax continued to ripple through his muscles. When he was back in control, he pulled her up and into his arms. “That was excellent, sub. Thank you. It’s your turn next.”

  Nikki smiled at him. She was glad to have given him this release. After a few minutes of cuddling, he said, “Now, sub, I believe I told you no hands. Therefore, you’ve earned a punishment.” Oh, no. Jack had apparently covered “how to give your sub a good spanking” in the class. A hot butt was part of the game, and she enjoyed having her bottom spanked as much as the next sub, when she wasn’t the Domme, of course. She grinned. What goes around comes around, Sir.

  * * * *

  Dan stood and led Nikki around to the front of the desk. The surface was clear. Apparently this piece of office furniture had been used for this purpose often. He pushed her facedown over the edge of the desk and worked the hem of her dress up to her waist. Then he pulled the skimpy red lace thong down to her knees. Naked was good. No, naked was great, but there was something about seeing that red thong and matching bra and those red high-heeled shoes. Holy shit! He just stood there admiring the view. He had seen those dimples over her butt before, but with her bare ass so temptingly displayed, he felt his cock begin to rise again. She certainly kick-started his engine. He didn’t think he’d ever been more aroused. She started to squirm. “Be still, sub. I want to enjoy this moment.” She had a high, round, sweetheart-shaped ass, and the skin was pale and perfect as a peach. The first smack landed on the tender flesh of her right cheek, and she gasped. He knew it had to hurt because it stung his hard hand. He took his time spanking both of her cheeks until they were a bright, candy pink. He hadn’t thought to count the strikes. He would have to remember to do that the next time, if there was a next time. He hoped Nikki was enjoying this as much as he was. Is that even possible?

  When he was done smacking her gorgeous butt, he ran his hands over her hot cheeks to soothe them. “Spread those legs, sub.” When she had opened her thighs as far as she could with the thong binding her knees, his hand migrated down between her cheeks to her pussy. It was wet and creamy. Thank God. She hadn’t hated it. He’d had his doubts that his sub would enjoy a spanking as much as he would. Apparently that wasn’t an urban legend or myth. Some women did like to have their butts warmed under the right erotic circumstances. He began to play with her pussy with his fingers while rotating his thumb over her pulsing clit. Her ass began to lift off the surface of the desk to gain more contact. He smacked her bottom again. “Be still, sub.” He knew he was going to have to work on his dialogue skills if he intended to
continue in the lifestyle. While he was new to BDSM, he knew his way around a woman’s body. Nikki was obviously finding it hard to keep still. His ministrations were having the desired effect. He reached into his pocket and brought out a condom. He quickly ripped open the package and had his cock sheathed for action in seconds. “Are you ready for me, sub?”

  “Yes, Sir. Please fuck me, Dan.”

  He quickly administered another sharp smack. “Sub, you know better than that. I should make you wait for your pleasure now, but I don’t think I can.” He took a firm hold of her hips, sank his hard cock into her hot, wet pussy, and then stopped. She began to squirm against him, and he gave her tempting butt another slap before he began short, slow strokes. He knew she wanted more, but he was going to make her wait, make this last. He was terrified this might be his only chance with her. Had he spanked her too hard? Would she be willing to play with him again?

  “Please, Sir.” She arched her back and pushed back against him.

  “Are you going to obey me and be still?” He continued the slow, short strokes to punctuate his question. She immediately stilled although she kept her hips raised. When he knew she couldn’t hold still any longer, he began the long, slow strokes. This wasn’t what she wanted either, and he grinned. Finally when she was about to beg again, he picked up the pace and started the pounding rhythm that he knew she craved. She met him stroke for stroke. He felt her muscles begin to quiver as she struggled to hold the position that gave him perfect alignment for contact with her G-spot. Finally neither of them could hold off, and they both blasted over the edge in an explosive climax.

  Nikki rested against the desk, and he collapsed over her back. He resumed the short, slow strokes as they both came down. At last his semierect cock slipped from her tight, wet pussy. “Oh, baby, that was extraordinary.” He stood and picked her up. He walked to the big, comfortable sofa along the wall of the “office” and sank down into the pillows. Jack had spent a considerable amount of time talking about aftercare, and he knew what was expected of him here. He cuddled her up against his chest and pulled a soft blanket over her. They both rested. He picked up the telephone on the table next to the sofa and ordered a bottle of chilled champagne and hors d’oeuvres platter. Next time he’d have to make those arrangements in advance. Damn, there was a lot to remember in addition to being responsible for the scene as well as aftercare, and there was a lot to think about and plan. He had to admit that the pleasure factor was off the charts, and it was well worth the effort. That had been some of the best sex of his life.

  He helped her out of her dress, and he took off his clothes. This was the second time he had made love in a three-piece suit. By the time the champagne and platter were delivered, they had showered together and were both ready to talk. “So, what did you think? Do you want to do this again?” Nikki was grinning at him.

  “Oh, no, I don’t think so.” When her face fell, he started to laugh. “Are you crazy? Who wouldn’t want to do that again? That was amazing, and we hadn’t even gotten out of our clothes yet. We’re starting to make a habit of that.” She was smiling again, and he hugged her tight. “Was I too rough? Are you sore?”

  “No, Sir. I’m fine. I’m sure Jack explained all that physiological stuff about the pain-pleasure exchange. It’s true. You’ll eventually find that out for yourself.” What did she mean by that?

  Chapter Six

  Offices of Nicollette Sommers & Associates, Fort Lauderdale, Florida, Monday morning, April 6, 2015

  The next day, Nikki was at her desk reviewing Mark’s notes on the new Young case. She was taking a sip of her steaming cup of coffee when Dan walked into her office. He took a quick glance out into the hall before he planted a quick, hard kiss on her mouth. He sat down in the chair across from her desk. “Last night was incredible. It wasn’t exactly what I expected, but, wow.”

  She laughed. “You can’t get a sense of what BDSM is like from someone else’s viewpoint. Everyone’s experience is different. Do you want to explore the possibilities a little more?”

  “Absolutely. But what I came in to talk to you about is the feasibility of splitting the cost of a receptionist for the two offices. I know you wanted to cut your monthly nut, not increase expenses, but both our offices are busy and having Amy, Nola, and Linda split time away from their own desks to cover the front desk is becoming inconvenient. What do you think?”

  “That might be a good idea. I know a couple of legal recruiters we could contact, or we could place an ad. You can also post the job opportunity on your new website.”

  “I think we should do all of the above. Why don’t I have Nola get on that, and if we find someone we all like, Mark can do a background check.”

  “Okay. I think Amy and I are going to have our hands full with this new case, and I also have the trial on the vehicular manslaughter case coming up.”

  “How is the self-defense case coming?”

  “Unfortunately Mark hasn’t uncovered anything very useful yet. Russell’s fellow marines are understandably protective of him—more so than they might have been if he was still alive. They denied that he’d suffered from PTSD when they were still deployed and had no firsthand knowledge of his status since coming home. Also, admitting he had an issue could cast them in the same light, and they are reluctant to do that. Some of the neighbors had noticed that Russell seemed to be on an adrenaline high when he wasn’t in a depressed low. They had no way of observing the other possible symptoms which would most likely have presented themselves behind closed doors. I need more if I’m going to make a compelling case for self-defense, and I believe the State’s Attorney’s office is going to go for second-degree murder. If she’s charged, I’m going to subpoena his service and medical records.”

  “Keep digging. I know if anyone can do it, you can. How about dinner tomorrow night and maybe another short visit to the club?”

  “Okay, or we can just go back to my place and relax. We don’t have to explore every nuance of BDSM the first week.” She smiled to take the sting out of her words.

  “Do I seem too eager? I wouldn’t be surprised. We’ll figure it out. In the meantime, we’ll start looking for a receptionist.”

  * * * *

  Dan had been so revved by their experience at the club the night before that he had been unable to fall asleep. The fact that he was not in his usual bedroom was an additional unsettling factor. He had rented a loft apartment on Third Avenue just north of Broward Boulevard. It was close to the office and had the added benefit of not reminding him of Anne Marie and the kids every time he turned a corner. In actuality the big, open, commercial-style space had very few corners to turn. It was comfortable and had come furnished, which was good. He had no time or desire to shop for furniture and household items. He hoped not to be there for long. Once the house was sold, he planned to look for a condo in an anonymous high-rise where everyone would not know who he was. Just driving through his old neighborhood was a strain.

  The house in Idlewyld had been listed for sale with a realtor specializing in high-end properties. It would probably be some time before it was sold given the current market and the high price he’d set. The two-story Mediterranean-style extravaganza with a gated drive, tennis courts, pool, and four-car garage directly on the Intracoastal was a prime piece of real estate, but it would need just the right buyer—one with a lot of cash and the desire to make a big splash in the Fort Lauderdale market. He and Dan had already closed on the sale of several of the warehouse properties to the Airport Authority, and his financial situation was not nearly as strained as it had been, especially when he counted in the fact that he no longer had to cover the shortages at McGrath Loveless.

  Dan was still haunted by visions of his past life with Anne Marie and the reality he’d had to confront at the prison. It was a fucking nightmare. He had a hard time believing the turn his life had taken—from golden boy to pariah in a few short days. He had a lot of work to do to rebuild his reputation and his life. He could
n’t equate the hard, unpleasant, and certainly dangerous Antoinette Marie with his beautiful wife, Anne Marie. Just looking at pictures of his daughter, Michelle Marie, reminded him of the beautiful young girl Anne Marie had been when they’d married. All those memories were now like ashes in his mouth.

  His experience with Nikki the night before had been an eye opener. He hoped J.J. had been right about BDSM helping him push past his current mindset and take control of his life and his emotions. He thought it might be a little soon to be embarking on a new intimate relationship. God, until Nikki he hadn’t slept with another woman since before he’d married Anne Marie. He had been very satisfied in his marriage, madly in love with his wife, and not in the market for extracurricular activities—not that he hadn’t had opportunities. Being successful and in the local limelight had put him in contact with a lot of willing women. He had just not opted to take advantage of the situation. Dan had to admit that Nicollette Sommers rang his chimes on many levels. She was beautiful, sexy, smart, fun, and thoughtful. She was a good listener but wasn’t afraid to put her opinions out there. All in all, he found her a very compelling woman and one with whom he thought he might like to have a long-term relationship. If anyone understood his situation with Anne Marie, she did. She had seen both sides of his ex-wife.

  * * * *

  The Lowell Correctional Institution Annex in Ocala, Florida, Monday morning, April 6, 2015

  Several days later when Antoinette Marie had an opportunity to get online in the prison library, she searched Dan’s name and came up with the website for his new law firm. She took a few minutes to read his and J.J.’s bio and the firm’s mission statement. And then she saw it. Under the tab marked “Careers” she found the ad for an experienced receptionist to handle the front desk for the two law firms, McGrath & Temple, LLP and Nicollette Sommers & Associates, in downtown Fort Lauderdale. So, he had opened a new firm with J.J., and he was apparently somehow connected to Nicollette Sommers as well. She hadn’t liked that bitch from the get-go, and she wasn’t sure that Nikki had done her any favors in negotiating her plea bargain. Now that she was here for twenty-five fucking years, she had to wonder if a better deal could not have been made.