Adjusting Addie

by RJ Gray

  "You took someone suspected of homicide to a park, alone?" Brad stared at her in disbelief. If he had known that, she would have received all ten from the belt. "You're lucky I already punished you, Addisyn." Brad pinned her with his sternest gaze. She nodded. "Continue."

  "Well, Lindsey's grandparents were out of the country on a cruise at the time of the disappearance and that's how Lindsey ended up in foster care. Her foster parents are some of our best, but her grandparents have been trying to get custody. The judge won't rule on it until her father is either given custody back or loses his rights as an unfit parent. Taking a parent's rights away is nearly impossible without hard physical evidence. It's been a huge mess, and poor Lindsey is caught in the middle," Addie said, explaining some of the situation to Brad. "I was on call the night she entered foster care. They found Lindsey asleep on a bench in front of a church. She didn't have any memory of how she got there or where her mother had gone. She appeared to have been drugged, but our toxicology screens didn't turn anything up but a heavy dose of Ambien. I sat with her as we tried to trace down her mother and couldn't reach her. We knew that her mother had left her father, and there were pending domestic violence and stalking charges against him. Her mother had been granted a restraining order for both herself and Lindsey, so we placed her in foster care while waiting for contact with kin. It broke my heart. She was so sure her mother was coming back for her."

  "Damn!" Brad said. "I knew I didn't like him. Pieces of crap like him need to be put down." He wasn't mincing words. He had little need for a wife beating son of a… "One of my best friends is a local police detective. I wonder if he has heard of the case."

  "I'm sure he has. It was pretty well known. She just went cold. No cell phone use, no credit cards, and her car was never found, either. Her parents hired a fancy private detective, and nothing ever came from it."

  "I can't promise anything, but my friend, Ben, is more like my brother. We served together in the Marines. I can give him a call and see if he can meet us for dinner, tomorrow. Maybe he can look into it? A new set of eyes on the case might come up with some new evidence. I trust him implicitly." Brad saw a spark of hope light up in Addie's eyes. He could tell that this case was really bothering her. He loved that she was so passionate about her work, but it worried him. He didn't want her to get so involved that she stopped seeing clearly. He had a situation like that while he was in combat in Iraq. It nearly broke him when his translator's family was murdered. ISIS had warned that anyone caught working for the Americans would face steep punishment. They were out on a patrol when the news had reached them. His translator's wife, two daughters and son were murdered brutally in their homes. Brad had grown really close to him and had loved hearing his stories about his children. It was obvious that he loved them very much. The next day, his translator took his own life. Brad grieved the man he had worked with on and off for three years. He had been the translator Brad requested every time his team was deployed to that region. He had grieved the loss of someone whom he considered a friend. It was Brad's next mission, when he would come face to face with the very people who had committed the heinous crimes. Brad was blinded by emotions and revenge and wasn't clear headed enough to make sound command decisions. Luckily, Ben, his best friend and voice of reason, the detective he was telling Addie about, recognized it and was able to step in before Brad made a mistake that cost him, not only his life, but the lives of the rest of his team.

  "Addie, I need you to be careful around this guy, okay? I know you care for Lindsey, but you need to make sure you keep your distance. Don't get too close. I want you to promise me that you will walk away if it gets to be unsafe."

  "I wish everyone would quit telling me that!" Addie exploded, hearing the veiled warning now from both Evelyn and Brad. "I'm a Goddamned professional and very good at my job! I don't need everyone telling me how to fucking do it!"

  Brad's mouth dropped open. Was she not sitting on a recently spanked bottom? That girl's mouth… Brad stood up abruptly, pushed his chair back and walked over to Addie. He pulled her chair back and yanked her up. Within just a couple of seconds, he had her bent over the table and his hand was coming down over her already bruised and tender butt.

  "You will not speak like that, little girl. We don't disrespect each other in this relationship." Swat! Swat! Swat! He continued to show his displeasure on her butt cheeks, her underwear offering little protection. "I understand that you are frustrated and upset. However, in this house and this relationship, we talk respectfully to each other. Do you hear me?" he asked her as he continued to swat her. He knew Addie heard him, and she sure as heck should be feeling him. His hand was speaking loudly enough.

  "Yes, Sir!" she cried out. "Please, Brad, I'm sorry!"

  He stopped as abruptly as he had started. The swats were to get her attention and to cement to her how seriously he took disrespect. They both sat back down.

  "I'm really screwing everything up today," Addie said forlornly.

  "Baby, look at me," Brad replied, and Addie raised her tear stained face towards his. "You aren't screwing everything up today. There have been a lot of emotionally driven events that have taken place, and you are exhausted. Our relationship is fairly new and yet I've spent more time with you in the past month than I spent with my last girlfriend in our entire six months together. We see each other almost daily, and we talk to each other multiple times a day. You've wiggled yourself right into my life, and I wouldn't have it any other way. You complete me, Addie girl. You make me laugh and give me a reason to enjoy waking up and looking forward to the day. We all have bad days. You will be over my knee many more times,"

  "Nuh uh," she said defensively

  "What did I say about interrupting me? Yes, huh!" Brad said back. "But that's okay. When you are spanked for something, we forget, and we move on. We don't bring it up again, and we don't focus on it. We get to have a new slate together. That is one of the best things about domestic discipline. Also, Addie, spankings can work in other ways, too. They can be an emotional release. You don't have to do something naughty to get a spanking. You might find a day when you want one just to release emotions, or maybe you are feeling guilty about something but it isn't discipline worthy. You just ask, and I'll be glad to help you out, baby girl. There are sexual spankings, too, and I can't wait to teach you about those, once your butt heals from the discipline from tonight. Now, what time do you have to be at work tomorrow?"

  "Actually, because I was at work at 7:30 this morning and worked a twelve-hour day and because my hours are a bit ridiculous right now, I have tomorrow off. It's the last day in the work period, and I have some ninety hours. It would be even more, but I haven't claimed all the hours I've worked. My boss wants me to take the day off. I don't know why she cares, anyway, we don't get paid overtime. They just tell us, if we work too much, to balance it by working less hours the next day or whatnot," Addie said. "I am planning on sleeping in and then going in for an hour or two and getting some paperwork done."

  "No. You are not going to work on your day off."

  "But, Brad, I have so much to do."

  "You can do it when they are paying you to do it. Having limitations is important. You don't need to burn out, Addie. That wouldn't be good for you or any of your kids on your caseload. Do what your boss is telling you and take the day off. My first appointment tomorrow isn't until eleven. Why don't you spend the night here, and we can have brunch together in the morning? We can run by your place and you can grab some clothes. I can take you to the Thunderbird. It's on the mountain, and the food is so delicious. They have a mimosa brunch with an omelet and meat carving station. What do you think?

  "That sounds amazing! I'd love to!" There was nothing she would love more than to spend the night in Brad's capable arms. They finished dinner relatively quickly, after that. Brad told her a couple of stories about his good friend, Ben, and the mischief the two of them got into during their times in the Marines.

  "He sounds like
such a great guy. I can't wait to meet him!" Addie said sincerely.

  "Why don't we clear the table and head on into bed?" Brad suggested, looking at the clock.

  Together, they put away the food and loaded the dishwasher.

  "I have a bin of toothbrushes and the mini samples of soaps and junks from hotels in the bathroom," Brad said. "Help yourself."

  Chapter 9

  Addie washed her face and brushed her teeth, then joined Brad in the bedroom. He motioned to the bed, and she climbed in beside him.

  "Addie, I don't want to move faster than you are willing to go. There is absolutely no pressure in my bed. We can just sleep if that's what you want to do."

  "Brad?"

  "Yes, love?"

  "Fuck me, already," Addie said and laughed at the feigned look of outrage on Brad's face.

  He deftly flipped her onto her stomach and swatted her behind, once again, but this time, it was lacking the force behind the swats, although, even gentle, it brought a sting with it because of the state of her butt from earlier that night.

  "Thought I warned you about that language, little girl," Brad said, straddling over her, leaning his lips to her ear as he growled out his admonishment. They both laughed.

  Addie rolled over onto her back and looked at Brad on top of her, smiling seductively at him.

  "I've never had sex with an ex-Marine," she said.

  "Former Marine," Brad corrected. "I am still very much a Marine. Once a Marine, always a Marine. I'm still in the Marine Reserves. I can be called up at any time, if my country ever needs me again."

  "Well, I've never had sex with a Marine," Addie said, correcting her error.

  "Let's change that, shall we?" Brad said.

  Addie nodded. She was trying to appear like she was experienced and knew what she was doing, but she hadn't had sex in years, and the last few times, it had been in the dark and relatively quick. Somehow, she knew that the words 'dark and quick' weren't in Brad's bedroom vocabulary.

  He pulled her to a sitting position and raised her arms to remove his shirt from her. Addie started blushing profusely. "Can we turn the lights off at least, baby?" she asked him.

  "Nope. I want to see your beautiful body," Brad shot her down cold.

  Addie was so uncomfortable. She hated her body. She hated the extra weight around her midsection. She hated her stretch marks for the weight she had gained and lost with her yo-yo diets over the years. She hated how her breasts were so large, they fell, instead of being firm and perky. There was very little Addie liked about her body. In short, she hated everything but her eyes.

  "I love your breasts, baby," he said, his voice husky. He lifted one of her heavy breasts into his hands and brought his mouth to her nipple.

  He started suckling in earnest, and Addie tossed her head back with a moan. The fire was spreading throughout her body, and all of her senses were completely alert and on edge. He released the nipple and kissed her straight down her naval, swatting her hands away when she tried to cover her stomach. He looped his fingers through her underwear and pulled them off, tossing them over his shoulder and then brought his head between her legs.

  Addie shrieked, her hands going into his hair, yanking gently. Addie had never been on the receiving end of oral sex before. Only one man had ever tried, and she had stopped him from doing it. She obsessed about what she looked like, smelled like, or tasted like down there, and the anxiety of those thoughts prevented her from being able to really enjoy the act. She preferred just straight intercourse in the dark. Her self-consciousness preventing any more than that from occurring. Brad was different. She knew there was no telling him what to do. It was abundantly clear that in their relationship, Brad took the lead. He spread her pussy lips with his fingers and found her clit. Addie about came undone when she felt him take it into his mouth. He suckled gently, alternating with flicks of his tongue across her clit. The feeling of his beard roughly scraping across her tenderness added an amazing sensation.

  "Oh my God, Brad!" she cried out in pleasure. She heard Brad chuckle.

  "You taste so good, baby," he paused long enough to tell her.

  He brought his tongue back across her clit before inserting his thick pointer finger into her dripping wet pussy. Addie took a deep breath. She heard Brad growl deep in the back of his throat, "You are incredibly tight, Addie girl." He moved his finger in and out while he alternated flicking her clit with his tongue and nipping at it.

  Addie was squirming in earnest now. She nearly screamed when he stopped all movement and lifted his head.

  "Don't you orgasm without my permission, baby," he said, looking into her eyes.

  "But I don't know if I can control it!" she whimpered.

  "I guess you better learn, now, shouldn't you?" he said firmly.

  "Yes, Sir!" she answered and flushed at the feeling of the rush of added fluid on Brad's finger, which was still deeply rooted inside of her.

  He smiled at her. "Good girl."

  With his fingers still moving in and out of her, he started licking her clit faster. He flicked his tongue over the swollen bud and then added a second finger to her hole. Now, two of his large digits were pounding in and out in a steady rhythm. He flicked his index finger up deeper inside of her and felt the back of her G-spot. He increased the pressure of his fingers, going in and out, curving them up to hit that spot at the same moment his tongue flicked over her clit.

  Addie was writhing on the bed, damn near panting from the pleasure. She felt the building of her orgasm—she might not have been sexually active with a man in a long time, but she knew how to pleasure herself and had multiple toys to help her with it. She never thought she would find a man who could compete with her toys, let alone outdo them, but as she was finding out, she was wrong. She was dead wrong.

  "Please, Brad, can I come?" she begged

  "No," Brad said, pausing briefly. "Not yet." He continued with his thrusting and licking.

  Addie was fighting her orgasm, even as it kept building. She never had the pressure build that much before. Her legs were trembling, and she started to sweat. She didn't think she would be able to keep from diving off of that ledge.

  "Please, Brad!" she cried out.

  "No, ma'am. Not yet," he said.

  Addie had a feeling that Brad was enjoying the power he had over her body. She also thought he was a skilled interrogator. That is what he must have done in the Marine Corps. She was willing to tell him anything to be able to orgasm. He kept licking her clit and timing it with the movement of his fingers seated deeply inside of her.

  "Please, Sir! Please!" Addie begged, her head frantically tossing from side to side on her pillow.

  "That's my girl," Brad said, awarding her submissive begging. "Come for me, Addie girl."

  Those words, his permission, were what Addie was looking for, and Brad increased his tempo as she felt her world come apart. Her entire body jerked as she screamed in pleasure. He continued to pleasure her until she slowly came back down from the best orgasm of her life. It was only when the trembling stopped and she had ridden the very last spasm of pleasure that he lifted his head and looked at her. She saw the arrogant look on his face and knew he was proud of himself.

  "That was incredible," she said.

  "We've just begun," he replied. Brad rolled off the bed and pulled his shorts off. Addie looked brazenly at his penis for the first time. Her mouth dropped open. Brad was large all over, but the penis isn't a muscle that you can work out to make bigger. Looking at it, she wondered if he didn't lift weights with it! It was average in length, at least compared to the small handful of penises she had seen, but it was thick, very thick—thicker than the last two men's she'd had sex with combined.

  "Everything about you is big!" she said.

  They spent the next hour exploring each other's bodies. Brad patiently taught her how to give him oral in the way he liked. She ate up the instructions and tilted her head the way he said. He took her hands and placed them on the
base of his shaft and taught her how to move them back and forth while she sucked, to increase his pleasure. There was a slight bit of displeasure for Addie when he entered her tight vagina, but she quickly stretched to fit him. She was convinced she couldn't orgasm twice in one night, and she surely couldn't orgasm without something on her clit. That had never happened for her before. He taught her exactly how wrong she was. After they both had orgasmed again, they collapsed into each other's arms.

  "You can turn the lights off, now," Brad said, and Addie laughed as she pulled the cord on the ceiling light, leaving the fan on but darkening the room.

  She curled up next to him, putting her head on his chest, and they fell asleep quickly.

  The next morning, true to his word, he took her back to her place. Addie took a shower, and they left her car there to go off to brunch. The meal was beautiful. The food was great, but the conversation was even better. Addie found that she really enjoyed all of the time spent with Brad. It was just so easy being around him. In the middle of breakfast, Brad's phone rang.

  He smiled apologetically at Addie. "I wouldn't answer this, but it's Ben," Brad explained, and she encouraged him to pick up. A few minutes later, they had arranged to meet Ben in his office after brunch. Brad called the office and arranged to reschedule all of his appointments for that day and offered his patients discounts for the inconvenience. Addie protested, feeling guilty that she was costing him money. Brad quickly explained that he only had two people scheduled, and both were weekly regulars, so he knew it wouldn't leave anyone in pain. He also told her that the safety of the woman he loved would always come first.

  They pulled up to the police station and headed up the steps, hand in hand. Walking into a police station was always a mixture of emotions for Addie. She had the negative emotions from being taken away from home and being brought to one that fateful night when she was six. She had seen so much trauma take place—not because of the police—but because of the nature of the beast and the system. Domestic violence and child abuse victims were often filing reports here, with Addie holding their hands as they did so. Addie had come to really appreciate first responders, especially in her line of work. Police officers definitely made Addie feel much safer in their presence.