She shook her head. She needed him to move. “No! Please, I need more.”
“You are not green, Tori. Take some deep breaths for me and relax.”
She took a couple of deep breaths, his soft voice whispering encouragement in her ear. When she was calm, he kissed her shoulder.
“Now you are green. Push out for me.”
She pushed against his cock while he pressed forward slowly. She couldn’t see him, but she could hear his ragged breath. He was holding himself in control, fighting his animal instinct to thrust into her hard, regardless of the consequences. He grabbed her other hip and steadied her as he thrust in the last few inches.
His cock was deeply embedded in her ass and she wasn’t sure she liked it.
“Yellow, Master. Yellow.”
“We’ll stay just this way until you’re ready. You’re in control of this one. Just breathe, Tori.”
She let herself go limp, letting her mind drift somewhere. Her nipples stung and her ass was stretched so she couldn’t go far. She was surprised when the urge to move overtook the uncomfortable feeling of being split in two. She fidgeted restlessly.
“Green, Master. I need you to move. I need to feel something.”
He seemed to understand and began a slow, steady fucking. With each thrust, he groaned with pleasure. Tori was panting, his cock starting to rub those naughty nerves he’d woken up with his fingers. Pleasure was starting to build in her cunt and clit. She wanted to come badly.
Her fingers grabbed the sheets and held tightly, her body jolted with every stroke of his hard dick in her ass. She spread her thighs a little wider to get more traction to meet his thrusts more fully, but he pulled her back to her original position.
“No, slave. You won’t come until I do. Where are we?”
She gritted her teeth in frustration. Punishments sucked. At least this one did. She swayed her ass to get more contact, but he simply pulled on the chains to her burning nipples and held her hips tighter, his hands biting into the flesh.
“Where are we, slave?” His voice was dark and deep and she had to obey him.
“Green, you Devil asshole. Green. I need to come!”
“You’re not even done with this punishment and you’re racking up more. Your next one is going to be even more unpleasant than this one, I can promise you. You’ll wait for your orgasm, naughty slave. You’ll wait even longer now.”
She was already in trouble. She let go a string of expletives that would have made a trucker blush. Her evil Dom’s reaction was typical. He just laughed and slowed down his thrusts.
“Someday you’re going to learn I am in charge, slave.”
It looked like that day was going to be today.
* * * *
Damn, if this feisty sub wasn’t testing his control. He needed to make her wait for her orgasm, but all he wanted to do was let go and climax himself. These long, slow strokes in her tight ass were sending him over the edge, and he had to fight to keep from exploding.
He chuckled to himself. His little slave was in big trouble. He wasn’t sure what her punishment was going to be yet, but the next scene they had was going to be a punishment scene. He couldn’t do anything more to her tonight—her body could only take so much—but he would take great pleasure in planning it out over the next few days and reminding her often of the impending discipline. The sheer dread and anticipation could be part of her correction.
His body was bathed in sweat and he sped up his thrusts. He couldn’t hold out much longer. He felt the pressure building in his balls, and his cock ached. Time for the clamps to come off. He reached around and pulled one off and then other as quickly as he could. She screamed as the blood rushed back into her nipples. He rubbed her clit and her ass clamped down on his cock. He groaned as he let go, his orgasm tearing him into pieces at the same time hers tore through her body.
His whole body jerked in rhythm with his cock jetting out his seed. His vision blurred and the room seemed to tilt before righting itself. He was worn out, slumped over his slave. They were both covered in sweat and sticky from her honey and the lube.
He reached forward and unclipped her hands from the headboard, removed the blindfold, and with fumbling fingers unbuckled her cuffs. He pulled from her body slowly, both of them groaning as they separated.
“I’ll be right back, sweetheart. I need to take care of the condom.”
He disposed of the condom in the trash and started to run them a bath. A soak in the tub would help Tori’s sore muscles and be a nice relaxing place for aftercare.
He stretched out on the bed next to her, tucking an errant strand of her dark hair behind her ear.
“You were amazing, love. How about a bath?”
He levered up from the bed, but she grabbed his arm, a strange look on her face. He panicked for a moment, wondering if she was hurt or disgusted. He started to speak, but she pressed her fingers to his lips.
“I tried to say this earlier when we were in front of the mirror, but I couldn’t get the words out. If I don’t say them now, I don’t know when I’ll be able to work up the courage again.”
She dropped her hand and smiled. “I love you, Ian Taggert. I’ve only said that to my parents, my husband, and my sons. Now, I’ve said it to you. It’s a big deal for me. I didn’t expect, or even really want, to fall in love. But here I am, ass over tea kettle as Lisa puts it, over a Devil Dom. I love you.”
Her words took his breath away. This amazing woman loved him. She loved him. He wasn’t perfect by a long stretch. He was basically a normal guy, nothing special about him except his sexual proclivities, which could have driven her away. Instead he felt this miraculous joy in his heart. He cupped her jaw, overcome with so many emotions. Love, yes, but even more elation, gratitude, relief, and a hunger to spend every moment of the rest of their lives together.
“Tori Cordell, if you think I’m not ass over tea kettle in love with you, you’re mistaken. I love you so damn much I can’t even find the words. You’re everything to me. Mostly, you’re my future. I’ve never felt like this before. I love you.”
She knocked him back on the bed as she launched herself at him, kissing and laughing. He swung her up in his arms and carried her toward the bathroom, lowering her into the steaming bath water. A sigh escaped her pink lips as she relaxed in the water.
“Sorry, I didn’t have any bath beads or whatever you women like to use. It’s just water, but it should help with any soreness. Relax in the tub. I’m going to get you something to drink. Water for dehydration and wine to celebrate. What do you think?”
She stretched her legs and smiled up at him, a mischievous gleam in her eye. “I like the wine part.” She pointed toward the door. “Get my wine, slave boy. I’m thirsty.”
He quirked his eyebrow. “I’ll add that to your growing list of transgressions to be punished for. You’re mighty brave, lady.”
She gave him a dreamy smile. “You love me.”
He headed for the kitchen. “I damn sure do, but it doesn’t mean I won’t punish you. Quite the opposite, in fact.”
He whistled a tune as he grabbed the wine and glasses, along with a bottle of water. He had a lifetime to think of dastardly, erotic punishments for his beautiful little slave.
* * * *
“This wine is delicious.” Tori leaned back onto Ian’s chest, stretching her legs out and placing one on the side of the bathtub. She felt languorous after their lovemaking, and soaking in the steaming water was a good place to relax afterward. Ian had even brought in some candles from the bedroom and chocolate cake to nibble on. She was in heaven.
“It’s a California merlot. I’m not just a dumb cop, you know. I can pair wine with chocolate.”
His chuckle vibrated in his chest. “You certainly can. Dark-chocolate truffle cake and red wine. You could join our book club.”
“I think I’ll pass. Too much estrogen for me.”
She sipped her wine and set it on the edge of the tub before grabbing h
is hand and tracing patterns on his palm.
“You said you loved me earlier.”
“That I did, beautiful.” She could hear the smile in his voice.
“You also said you’d never felt this way before.” She hesitated, not sure she wanted to open this can of worms. They’d never really talked about it before. “But you were married before.”
Ian levered up in the water, taking her with him. He turned her so she was looking into his warm blue eyes.
“I was married. Sherry and I got married right out of college. She’s a good woman, and we were pretty happy for a few years. We simply married too young. We woke up one day staring thirty in the face and realized our lives had simply grown apart. We loved each other, but we weren’t in love with each other. Fuck, we’d turned into roommates. Casual and friendly but no fire.”
She waved her hand, embarrassed she had been so insecure she needed to ask. “You don’t have to explain anymore.”
He grabbed her shoulders and gave her a little shake. “Yes, I do. I guess I should have talked about this before, but hell, it was a long time ago. I’ve been divorced for five years. I care about Sherry, and she and I are still good friends. She’s remarried and has a couple of kids. We didn’t have one of those nasty divorces or anything like that. It was friendly. Shit, maybe too friendly. I play golf with her new husband sometimes.”
“Is he a Dom, too?”
Ian shook his head and laughed. “That would be a resounding fuck no. Sherry hated the lifestyle and only dabbled in submission to make me happy. The more I immersed myself in becoming a Dominant, the more she went her own way. It was one, just one, of the things we realized we didn’t have in common. My being a cop was another. She hated being married to a cop. Hated the hours, working on holidays, the supposed danger, everything. She married a dentist.”
Laughter bubbled up. “A dentist? That’s a pretty safe profession unless someone bites your hand.”
“Being a detective is pretty safe. Hell, most of my time I feel like I just push paper.”
She grabbed his hands and wrapped her own around them. “Thank God. I know how she felt. If anything happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Tori. I wouldn’t ask you to go through what you’ve already gone through a second time.”
He was talking about the death of her husband.
She nodded. “I know you wouldn’t. There are no guarantees about how long we’ll all be here. I’ve learned we have to appreciate what we have now.”
He lifted their entwined fingers and kissed her hands. “What we have now is pretty amazing. I want you to move in, Tori. I don’t want us to waste any time. I want us to start appreciating what we have now.”
Her heart felt like it was going to pound its way out of her chest. “I want that, too. I’m not sure what we’re going to do about the boys, though.”
Ian grinned, pulling her close, the water sloshing onto the tiled floor. “The boys can stay at your house and you can live here. We’re close enough to keep an eye on them and still give them some privacy and independence. They’re getting older and becoming men.”
They were becoming men. Good men. They knew she was dating, and soon they would know she was in love. She hoped they would understand and learn to love Ian, but she wouldn’t be scared away if they had issues. It was time she started living for herself. In a few years, the boys would be on their own and she would be alone. She deserved a life and happiness, too. Time to grab that happiness with both hands.
She grinned at the thought and giggled. Tori knew what to grab first. She slid her hands down his torso and grabbed his quickly hardening cock with greedy fingers.
“I think we should start the whole ‘not wasting time’ thing right now. I want to appreciate you.”
He leaned back in the tub, hands behind his head. “Honey, you can appreciate me all night.”
They appreciated each other until the bath water was ice cold and sloshed all over the bathroom. They donned robes and ate a quiet dinner in the living room, watching a football game on television and snuggling. Tori had never been happier. She had a brand-new future to look forward to.
Chapter Eleven
Tori muttered to herself in frustration. She needed to get dinner started, but instead she was in her backyard fussing with the yard work. She finally sighed and dropped the gardening gloves on the patio table. The sun was going down. She wasn’t going to get any more done today. Tomorrow was another day, and now she was looking for a shower and a glass of wine while she threw some steaks on the grill. Ian should be home in an hour or so, and he always came home hungry.
She put away the yard tools in her garage and locked her backdoor before crossing the twenty-five feet to Ian’s house. She still couldn’t believe she’d fallen in love with the boy next door.
Okay, the Dom next door.
It was fate, no doubt about it. She couldn’t wait until Thanksgiving so her boys could meet Ian and he could meet her boys. Maybe she was naive, but she was hoping for one big happy family.
She pushed open his sliders into the kitchen and headed straight for the refrigerator. She needed a glass of water before she needed anything else. It was still hot in Florida even in November, but luckily the humidity was giving her a break. Maybe she could convince Ian to have a midnight swim in her pool tonight. A romantic moonlight swim.
She was engrossed in her own thoughts of their bodies floating through silky, cool water when a hand wound around her face and covered her mouth. The other arm dragged her to the floor, pressing her to the cool tile. She kicked and scratched at the intruder, determined to hurt him as much as he planned to hurt her. She bit at the glove, trying to dislodge his hand from her mouth and jaw. She managed to get his hand to slip and twist around so she was facing him. She screamed at the top of her lungs before he landed a hard backhand punch to her face.
She was dizzy and her ears were buzzing as he started to grab at her clothes. He was dressed in jeans and a hoodie again, pulled low so she couldn’t see his face. Her mind went into survival mode. He wasn’t a big man, but his body was straddling hers, holding her prisoner, and making her feel trapped.
She raked at his hands with her nails and brought her knee up as hard as she could to his groin. He fell back on his heels with a groan, and she grabbed at the hoodie and pulled it away, determined to scratch and punch at his face. She vaguely remembered seeing something on television about using the heel of her hand to break her attacker’s nose. To break it, she needed to see it.
She wrestled the hoodie off his head as he held his balls. What she saw took her breath away and she froze, unable to comprehend the identity of her attacker.
Detective Tim Mills, Ian’s partner.
* * * *
Ian stretched his shoulders and yawned, heading to his car. He’d worked twelve hours today on surveillance of The Boyfriend’s intended victim and not a fucking thing happened. Then, he’d let Tim talk him into letting him leave early and Ian doing the daily surveillance report. Apparently, Tim was headed out for some hook-up with a woman. Now it was late, Tim was probably getting laid, Ian was tired and hungry, and Tori would probably be wondering where the hell he was.
Not that she would call him to find out. Tori had this thing about no nagging and no hunting him down when he was running late. When she’d told him she wouldn’t do that, he’d been skeptical. In his experience, women loved to nag men about every little thing and loved to keep tabs on them. Making sure they toed the line, so to speak.
Tori eschewed all those things. She simply smiled and told him she’d seen women who nagged, and it appeared to her the husbands of those women stopped listening to their wives. Therefore, when the women really did have a legitimate complaint the husbands had already stopped hearing their women. Consequently, she said if she did complain to him, he should take it seriously because she wasn’t going to complain about every little thing.
She also was going
to treat him like the big boy he was and not constantly call him at work, bugging him about what he was in the mood to eat for dinner and when was he planning to be home. Tori was too mature of a woman for playing those games. She’d looked at him smugly and explained she had an interesting life of her own. She didn’t need to horn in on his. She trusted he would come home when he said he would and call when he couldn’t.
Simple. Straightforward. No bullshit head games.
Damn, but he loved her. It had only been yesterday they’d exchanged I love yous, but he was already thinking about the future. He wanted a ring on her finger and a collar around her neck.
He stuck the key in the ignition and tried to start the car, but the engine wouldn’t turn over. Nothing seemed to work, and it just made a clicking sound every time he turned the key.
Fuck.
He wouldn’t be getting home any time soon. It looked like his battery was dead. He headed back into the station to find some jumper cables. His last set was in Tori’s car after she’d left her lights on accidentally in the mall parking lot. He’d had various sets through the years, and somehow they seemed to migrate from his car to the cars of his friends.
He waved to his coworker Detective Patrick O’Malley, who was exiting the building. “Hey, Pat. My car battery is dead. You got a set of jumper cables? Tori has my set in her car.”
Pat laughed. “My wife has my set, too.” He pointed to a row of file cabinets against the wall. “I remember Tim had a set in his drawer of the file cabinet.”
“Thanks.”
Every detective had their own drawer in the three file cabinets lining the far wall. Since case files were kept in central filing, they all joked the drawers were for storing gin bottles and snacks.
He pulled open the drawer and started to rummage through the contents. He didn’t see the jumper cables, and he started pulling some of the items out of the drawer in case they were at the bottom. A file folder filled with photos opened and its contents spilled on the floor, making Ian sigh in exasperation. He bent down to retrieve them and looked at them in disbelief. There were photos of the first five victims of The Boyfriend, clearly taken prior to their assaults, as they were pretty beat-up after the attacks.
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