Rescuing Regina

by Lee Savino

  He frowned. “What do you mean by that?”

  “Exactly what I said. You’re sheriff, and I’m a college dropout who just lost the only decent job she was likely to get. Stealing and selling pot are my only options.”

  He just shook his head.

  Silly me, I didn’t see the storm cloud building in his expression. I went on talking, “If you think about it, the best option for me would be turning tricks.”

  His face hardened into something scary. “That’s not gonna happen. Regina,” he snapped, when I turned away. “Get over here.”

  I went to him, feeling like a student called to the principal’s office.

  He tapped under my chin to get me to look at him. “Here’s the thing, Regina. You’re smart. You’ve always hated authority.”

  “No, authority always hated me. I was trailer trash, remember? I wasn’t supposed to be as bright or quick as I am.”

  “You’re right,” he said after a pause. “But you always exceeded expectations. But now you’re trying to live down to them. And like I said, you’re above average intelligence, which means if you put your mind to it you could get into loads of trouble. You’re smart enough not to get caught.”

  “So, you’re doing this just to thwart a potential criminal mastermind?”

  A hint of a smile softened his features. “That’s right.”

  I blew out a breath. I didn’t want Cole Townsend to think of me as his rehabilitation project. I wanted to be his dirty little secret. “No wonder you threatened to handcuff me to the bed.”

  “I want you here, where I can keep an eye on you. And I don’t want your mind running in circles. I want you to stay focused on me.”

  No problem there, stud.

  “Okay,” I said, and stepped closer. Cole didn’t wear cologne, but something—his body wash or soap or something—smelled fantastic. I breathed in, imagining all those muscles wet with water from the shower. Freshly washed Cole, mmm…

  “Oh and Regina.” His hard tone called my attention to his face. “You ever joke about prostituting yourself again, I’ll spank you so hard you won’t sit for days. And the minute the redness fades, I’ll do it again. Not to mention keep you tied to the bed until you forget all this nonsense. Understand?”

  Good grief. There went those panties. I pressed my legs together and whimpered.

  “I asked you a question and I expect an answer. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good.” He chucked me under the chin and left.

  ***

  I spent the day wandering around in a vortex of lust. Chores got done, somehow, because when Cole returned, he looked around with an approving nod, and set me to dusting the giant bookshelf in his den. I actually liked handling the books—old tomes he told me he inherited from his grandfather—but Cole’s proximity mixed with my raging horniness made me super bitchy. He sat on the couch, pecking at his laptop with his briefcase open beside him, and I worked around him, grumbling.

  “Less talking, more cleaning,” he said without lifting his eyes from the screen.

  I ignored the order and continue to mutter about ‘sadistic spanko sheriffs with a cleaning fetish.’

  Cole left and returned, snapping his fingers to order me to him. I hated when he did that, but I didn’t dare disobey.

  “I have a new addition to your outfit. Open your mouth.” He held up a ball gag. A wicked glint in his eyes, he popped a bright red ball into my mouth and fastened the black straps around my head. “Why didn’t I think of this sooner?”

  I glared at him. The ball in my mouth was large enough to keep my mouth in a perpetual ‘o’. Drool collected at the corner of my mouth and he wiped it away.

  “Beautiful. You are so hot right now.”

  My nipples hardened despite myself.

  I gurgled at him.

  “I can’t understand you, sweetheart. But don’t worry. If you’re good, you get a reward.” His fingers swiped at my nipples. He’d noticed I was aroused.

  Bastard.

  I clomped around the house in the stupid heels, moving books, and dusting and polishing surfaces carefully so as not to dirty my outfit. My only break came when he undid the gag and gave me water.

  I glared as he strapped it back on and he just laughed at me and made me fetch him a beer. My face burned, but I did it, and when he snapped his fingers and pointed, I went back to cleaning his bookshelf. His eyes followed me around the room. I wasn’t trying to be sexy, but bending and stooping and reaching the different level shelves gave him plenty of opportunity to view my elongated legs, my pouty ass.

  I’d never been so humiliated, so objectified.

  I’d also never been so turned on in my life. The edge of my skirt lifted, showing the curve of my ass as I reached high over my head to finish dusting the top shelf. Up on tiptoes, I grunted in exertion. Cole’s hands came around to cup my breasts and I nearly fell over.

  “Regina,” Cole husked into my hair, his body molded to my back. I sank into him, breathing hard. His hands roamed up and down, from breasts to navel, and lower down, to lift my skirt and cup my mons. I groaned as two fingers pushed at my thong.

  “You’re wet.” His voice held awe. “This turns you on?”

  I nodded and widened my stance in invitation.

  “Such a good girl.”

  His fingers dipped in and out of my pussy. I grunted from behind the gag, drool running down my cheeks. I was a mess, and I didn’t care. My hips jerked in silent invitation.

  “Ask before you cum,” he growled as he hooked a long finger under my pubic bone, my g-spot as his target. He crooked his finger in a “cum hither” motion.

  Bullseye.

  I squealed. My legs shook so hard I nearly fell. My orgasm was so close…

  He removed his hand, still holding me up with a strong arm under my breasts.

  “Oh I forgot, you can’t talk. Well, I guess you can’t cum.”

  All manner of garbled sounds escaped from behind the gag. His mouth dropped to my neck and my arousal soared. I begged him to fuck me.

  “You may not cum.” His finger brushed against my clit, and I did anyway. Cole had to hold me up as I convulsed against him, moaning behind the gag.

  He turned me and I faced him, panting, my eyes wide. My orgasm had come out of nowhere and hit me like a truck. I didn’t know what Cole was up to with this sexy maid, sleep in my bed but don’t sleep with me business, but this game was beyond anything I’d played before. I was addicted.

  “Disobeying orders already?” He looked amused by my orgasm. I didn’t care if I was ‘in trouble.’ That climax had been worth it.

  Cole stepped back, making sure I was steady on my feet. My legs felt like spaghetti, but they held me. “Hands on the wall. Ass out.”

  I obeyed with alacrity, and he flipped up my flimsy skirt. “Such a beautiful behind. A masterpiece.” He palmed it and gave it a smack. In my mind’s eye, I imagined him admiring how it jiggled. I guess it wasn’t too fat for him.

  “Because you came without permission, you get more punishment. Not a spanking, something more fun.”

  I heard him move behind me. “Bend down, stick your ass out.” I jumped when Cole spread something cool between my ass cheeks.

  He slipped a finger in and I cursed behind the gag.

  “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you.” His finger fucked me and I groaned into the wall. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel good. I didn’t know what to think about the sensation, but the humiliation was making me drip.

  “See this?” He showed me a metal bulb with a red jewel on the end. “This is going in your ass.”

  I protested and he ordered me to face the wall again. One hand clamped on the back of my neck, holding me still while the other slid the plug between my cheeks.

  “I’m gonna train your ass for me,” he rasped. This must be turning him on as much as it did me. “You’re gonna walk around my house plugged and ready. I own your ass now. Whenever I snap my f
ingers, you’re going to bend over and show me what I own.”

  I felt something poke my bunghole. Hard and unyielding, the plug stretched me open a little. Fuck.

  I moaned as he twisted it in. “It the smallest I have. Complain and I’ll go up a size.”

  My head thunked against the wall.

  “Oh, I forgot.” He chuckled. “You can’t complain. You’re gagged.”

  For a few minutes, he played with my bottom, squeezing each cheek, lifting and parting them. I almost got used to the foreign object filling me, but he pulled me away from the wall and the movement made the plug feel strange all over again.

  He kissed my forehead. “You’re doing so well. Go to the kitchen and make me a sandwich.”

  In the kitchen, I spread mustard on bread, tingling with arousal. The plug made me feel full and very, very aware of the sensations between my legs.

  As I walked back to the den, plate in hand and body trembling so much I had to focus on putting one foot in front of the other, I realized I hadn’t worried about anything all day. Not my mom, not my bills. I set Cole’s lunch down in front of him and waited for my next order. I still struggled with my thoughts—the casual degradation filled me with anger and arousal. I loved and hated what he did to me, but I couldn’t deny that he’d kept his promise.

  This brilliant and beautiful sadist had given me peace.

  From the tent at the front of his trousers, he wasn’t entirely unaffected.

  “Regina,” Cole’s voice broke into my thoughts, and I went to him. He’d eaten his sandwich and set it aside on the couch, and now he wanted dessert.

  I came to stand between his legs and he unbuckled the gag. As I worked the kinks out of my jaw, his hands roved up and down my body.

  “I love how you look at me,” he groaned. “Like I’m superman. Like I can do no wrong.”

  I arched my back, pushing my breasts into his hands. “You can’t. I do all the wrong things for you.”

  “Not anymore.”

  Growing bolder, I leaned over him. My hand snaked over his abs and ventured lower. “I like being naughty.”

  He sucked in a breath.

  It was now or never. I had planned on seducing Cole, I just didn’t realize it would happen this fast. He wouldn’t sleep with me? Fine. There were other things we could do.

  “I want your cock,” I purred.

  “Regina—”

  “It’s okay, Cole.” I dropped to my knees. “It’s what we both want. Let me please you.”

  I waited until he nodded before I undid his pants and took him out. He was long and thick and my pussy clenched at the sight.

  One day, Cole would meet his special lady. In my head, she was blonde and thin and perfect—everything I was not. “Fuck you, sister,” I thought. Cole could wait for her all he wanted, but right now he was mine, and after all the kinky shit I’d done, I’d earned a reward.

  Taking a deep breath, I sucked him down.

  I used every trick I knew, licking as I bobbed my head. Above me, Cole’s great body tensed. His head fell back and fingers gripped the couch cushions.

  He gasped my name as he came and I swallowed.

  “That was…”

  “Just part of my duties. Shall I add cock service to the regular schedule, sir?”

  Cole didn’t answer. Instead, his long finger teased down the neckline of my maid’s outfit. I let him pull it down, jutting out my breasts as he played with my nipples. I never thought I’d be so happy on my knees, topless with a plug in my ass, but my drippy pussy had no complaints. One touch to my clit and I would explode.

  I sighed when he pulled my top up. “Back to work. I have things to do.”

  “Whatever you say, sir.” I smirked. I was hoping he’d order me to the bedroom, but the week was still young. I felt his eyes follow me out of the room.

  Chapter Seven

  Two days passed, and despite my best efforts, Cole never again lost control. Oh, sure, he had me kneel and suck him off, almost every day. Sometimes he got me off, sometimes he didn’t. But it didn’t get me any closer to what I really wanted.

  Every day I came within inches of breaking down and begging, ‘Please just have sex with me!’ Days became endless agony. For every sexual torment or humiliation Cole put me through, I imagined a thousand more. Each time he put his hands between my legs, I was a sopping mess.

  The nights were ten times worse. If I went to bed without him, I’d lay awake listening for him to come home, open the fridge and eat whatever I’d left for him, then come into the bedroom. My heart always beat faster—maybe this would be the night! But no. And it turns out sleeping with your dream man without being able to actually sleep with him means little rest. For both of us.

  One night, I tossed and turned but couldn’t get to sleep. Cole threw a heavy leg over mine to keep me still. I thought he would sleep then, but he lay awake with me, stroking my chest under the nightshirt.

  “Please stop,” I said and his hand stilled.

  “You don’t like it?”

  “No, I do. Too much. Never mind, keep going. And if you want to warm up your dick, feel free to climb on. I’m clean, and on birth control. You don’t even need a condom.”

  His deep sigh stirred my hair. I pressed my lips together against anger, or tears, or both. If Cole didn’t want me, why was he keeping me around? I wasn’t his dream woman, but did I have to be her placeholder, only fit to warm her side of the bed?

  “Why don’t you just make me sleep somewhere else?”

  He pushed his face into my hair. I didn’t want him to speak, to break the spell. But I had to know.

  “I used to lie awake thinking about you. I worried all the time.”

  I pressed my body back against him and he groaned.

  “You have no idea how good it feels to have you here. In my bed, I know you’re safe from almost everything.”

  I wondered what he meant by ‘almost everything.’ “Of course I’m safe. I’m always safe when I’m with you.”

  He remained quiet so long I thought he’d fallen asleep. But right before my own sleep took me, I heard him whisper, “I hope so.”

  ***

  After a few days living with Cole, it made sense why he never had a steady girlfriend. His work schedule would try the most understanding woman’s patience. Not mine, though. I didn’t feel that I deserved his attention in the first place. I genuinely began to think of how I could make his life easier. Not that I’d ever admit it. I took every opportunity to annoy the hell out of him. I seemed to have the knack.

  One day, I walked into the kitchen and found his gun, badge and handcuffs on the table. Cole was in the other room on the phone. I’d never held a gun before, and there it lay on the table, black and dangerous. My fingers itched to touch the forbidden. Had Cole ever had to use it?

  I knew there was a dark side to Licking Hole. I’d flirted with it, literally—I’d dated a boy who worked in his father’s shady business. Donnie DeMarco bragged about it to me as if it was funny, but when I met his father, I felt the undercurrent of violence. Donnie’s father was nice to me, but was full of hate for the people he chose to cheat. He talked about society like it was a club he couldn’t join. Us and them.

  I dumped Donnie so I didn’t have to watch his father teach him that hate.

  When I started embezzling, I wondered how much he had taught me. Was my past a black hole, just waiting to suck me in?

  I reached for the gun, diverting at the last second to pick up the handcuffs. Like so many other kids I grew up with, I’d come close to wearing these for real. Only Cole kept that from happening.

  A hand wrapped around my throat from behind. Cole’s body pressed against my back, hard and dominating. I dropped the handcuffs with a clatter.

  “Gah! How are you so quiet?”

  The heat at my back, and hand at my neck made me still. Cole’s breath hit my ear.

  “What are you doing, Regina?”

  “Tidying up.”


  “Do I really have to tell you not to touch my gear?”

  “It’s not my fault you leave your stuff lying around everywhere.”

  I swallowed hard. My pulse beat against his palm.

  “You were thinking about touching my gun, weren’t you?”

  “Yes,” I said, breathless. “You know me. I’m always ready to touch your…gun.”

  He laughed softly. “Naughty girl. What am I going to do with you?”

  “If I can make a suggestion—”

  “No.” He stepped back, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me into the living room.

  “Kneel,” he ordered. I did, looking up at him.

  He cuffed one of my arms to the coffee table. I’d set a laundry basket full of clean clothes to be folded on the coach, and he dumped these onto my lap.

  “Here. You wanted to touch my stuff.”

  He sat on the couch and I folded laundry at his feet. It was a bitch with one of my hands secured, and I complained about it until he ordered me to shut up. I did, for a few seconds.

  “Have you ever fired your gun?”

  He raised a brow at me from behind the papers he was reading. “I plead the fifth.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “I’m a cop. Of course I’ve fired a gun.”

  “But I mean, have you fired that one? At someone?” He looked at me with a face of stone, and I felt a chill. “Oh my god, you have, haven’t you?”

  He kept reading his papers, and I fell silent. I didn’t want to know. I wracked my brain for a way to change the mood.

  “What about a car chase? Have you done many of those?”

  “This is Licking Hole, not the Dukes of Hazzard.”

  “Not even for a beer run at half time?” I joked, and got a stern look from over his laptop screen.

  “Power is wasted on you responsible types,” I muttered, angling my body to fold one of Cole’s t-shirts.

  “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”

  “If I was a cop, I’d speed everywhere. Pretend I was chasing people.”

  “If you were a cop, society would be doomed.”

  “Hey! I’d be amazing.”

  “You just told me how you’d abuse your power.”