The moment was over. Mona pulled up her panties and walked out of that alley as if nothing happened. I gave a small smile as I followed. “You’re still buying me that coffee, Special Agent Dick.”
Chapter Twenty-One
I can’t write, not when I fear for my life. My publisher will be upset, but with everything that’s happened, writing about my subject material, it doesn’t feel right…
I walked toward the coffee shop on shaky legs, both mortified that I’d just masturbated in an alley under Leo’s watchful gaze and aroused. First he’d stood me in a corner, then he’d spanked me and given me the strongest orgasm of my life, add that to the little scene in the alley earlier and I wasn’t far from surrendering completely to Special Agent Leo Jackson, not that I planned to go easily.
He couldn’t have all the control, I thought as I ordered my double mocha latte with an extra shot of espresso and caramel on top. I listened to Leo order, hoping to learn something about him.
“Coffee, black,” he said succinctly.
“But Agent Leo,” I said in my most sultry voice as I looked up at him. “I thought you liked the cream.”
I grinned to myself as I took my coffee and sat down at one of the many tables, watching as he walked toward me with his own drink and a bit of a smirk.
“Mona, Mona, Mona… naughty little minx, you do so want to be tamed to my hand,” Leo said with a smile as he sipped his boring black coffee.
I fluttered my eyelashes at him. “Why, Leo, whatever do you mean?” I asked as I slipped my foot out of my flat and ran it lightly up the inside of his thigh until it rested directly over the growing bulge in his pants.
“You’re playing with fire, little girl,” he said in a dark voice.
My toes curled over his erection as I began to rub it with the ball of my foot. “Maybe I like the heat.” I felt my face heat as my own arousal grew.
A firm hand wrapped my foot and removed it from his lap. “You are not in control here, Mona.”
“Why can’t I be in control?” I asked, hating the petulant tone I heard in my own voice.
“It isn’t what you need,” Leo said simply.
“How would you know what I need?” I asked, starting to get a little irritated that my attempt to seduce him had failed so utterly.
“I know because every word you have ever written, from your books to your chat logs cries out to me and begs me to give it to you. You need my discipline and my control… my dominance like you need your next breath. You don’t want to conquer, you want to be conquered and taken beyond anything you can imagine. Finish your coffee,” he commanded and I found myself complying.
We left the coffee shop and started back toward my apartment. I gasped when he grabbed me firmly as we came to the alley and pulled me back into its murky depths. Before I could even ask what he was doing, my back was against the alley wall and his mouth was devouring mine.
He didn’t politely ask, he took and I opened to him like a flower to the sun and gave him everything. His tongue drove deeply into my mouth as hard hands caught me under my thighs and lifted so I wrapped my legs around his waist as he staked his claim.
My skirt was soon rucked up around my waist and my panties ripped free from my body as he ground against me in time with his tongue thrusting in and out of my mouth. The rough feel of the bricks against my lower back only drove my excitement higher and when his hands came up between us to cup my breasts and tweak my nipples hard, I nearly came.
Suddenly I was back on my own feet with my skirt smoothed down my legs. “Leo?” I asked, shaking with the need to come and confused by his withdrawal.
“Like I told you inside the coffee shop, Mona, you are not in control. I control your pleasure and naughty little girls do not get to come. I’ve been far too lenient with you,” he said firmly.
I was shocked, standing here once again in the alley I’d so recently pleasured myself in with no panties and wetness dripping down my inner thighs. I shuddered in response to his words.
“Go ahead and ask, Mona, I know you want to,” Leo said with a little grin.
“Wh-what do naughty girls get?” I asked almost breathlessly.
He leaned in until his lips were pressed against my ear. “Naughty girls lose their rights to panties and they get their bottoms spanked until they promise to be good, then do you know what happens?”
“What?” I asked on a gasp as his teeth closed over my earlobe in a sharp nip.
“Then you’re going to thank me for your spanking and suck my cock like a good little girl before I put you to bed with a body throbbing for my possession.”
“But Leo, I need to come!” I protested.
He turned to lead me back out of the alley with a well-placed swat. “Then you better earn it. Good girls get to come.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
“If you can learn self-control, you can master anything.”—Pharaoh Nitocris
We made it back to Mona’s apartment, her panties in my pocket. She whimpered all the way back, but it fell on deaf ears. “Bad girls don’t get panties, remember?”
“But Leo,” she went on. “I feel so exposed.”
“Then walk faster.”
The moment we crossed the threshold of the front door, her bottom got a swat. With each step she took toward the couch, another spank, reddening those perfect butt cheeks. She marched right over to the couch and propped her ass in the air.
“Why am I doing this?” she asked, very mumble-y.
It was simple. Had she not seen it yet? “Because you belong to me and deep down you know it. You cannot deny that, Mona.”
Her plump ass hung there, the musky scent of her arousal thick in the air. She hadn’t earned it yet. “Mona, do you know what is going to happen now?”
“You’re going to spank me,” she answered.
“Why?” I asked, pinning her with my gaze.
Her breath came out in a shuddering sigh that tightened the fit of my pants around my aching cock. “Because I need it.”
“And why do you need to be spanked?”
“Because I was a naughty girl.”
“Yes, you were.” My hand flew forward and cracked her soft skin. She let out the tiniest of ‘oomphs’ as it hit. “Good girls don’t make noises until they are instructed.”
“Leo…” she whined. I could listen to that sweet sound all night.
“Do you want me to add more swats to the count? You have quite the debt to pay off.” Her smart-aleck attitude was writing her a check I wasn’t sure her ass could pay off. I gave her two more cracks, this time with the outside of my hand. I knew she was testing me; she needed me to show her I was more than capable of mastering and earning the sweet reward of her total submission.
The second one was hard, but Mona managed to stay quiet. It was impressive. I ran a finger down the crack of her ass and slid it deep inside her wet channel, which immediately clamped down on my finger.
“Good girls get rewards,” I told her, deciding to ignore the little wail of pleasure that escaped her as I pumped my finger in and out of her hard.
She didn’t even thank me.
“You’ve got thirty seconds or you’ll have to wait.” I entered her with as a second finger as Mona thrust her hips back greedily to take me as deep as possible.
I grinned as I set the timer on my phone, laying it on the small of her back. “Don’t let it fall.” She was like a woman possessed, trying to urge an orgasm out in such a short time frame. It wasn’t to be as the thirty seconds elapsed and she was still grinding my hand desperately.
“Enough,” I commanded, pulling my fingers free and wiping her copious juices on her upturned ass.
I saw the look of defiance in her eyes, but she presented her ass to me for the rest of her spanking. I switched to my left hand, gently approaching her bottom with tenderness. Caressing her ass before each spank, I got to know the curve of each cheek and the feel of the skin. I would know the ass of the lady who now belonged to me.
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Two, three more spanks were delivered, each without so much as a peep from her. I was impressed. “Thirty more seconds, Mona. Make the most of it.”
She was pretty worked up from before. The moment my fingers sank into her, a small yelp escaped her lips. As she continued to master the motions, I gave her a light, flirting spank to her ass. This time, when the timer stopped, I could tell she was on the brink. Her breathing was so heavy and her muscles were so tense.
“Time,” I called. Even I felt a tiny pang of guilt making her stop when she was so close. This could almost be considered cruel, yet I was establishing my role and when this was all over, there’d be no question who was in charge.
There was sweat rolling off her forehead; the might it took to hold the orgasm in was intense. “Do you think you’ve earned the right to come?”
“Yes, Leo.”
“I’m not Leo in this situation, I’m Sir. Answer me correctly,” I scolded her.
She swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” I moved close again. “Present your ass. You have one more round of spankings before you are in the clear for your own pleasures.”
She did what I said, lifting the reddened sweet cheeks into the air. Wetness was dripping out of her onto the couch. It took all of my restraint to keep from undoing my pants and entering the sweet bliss in front of me. As much as I wanted to, I had a submissive to train.
My swats were placed in places where the redness wasn’t as deep. Instead of just three, we were going for broke. Four, five, six! Not a peep from her. Then seven, eight, nine—still nothing. With one last swat to give, I found the sweet spot where her ass met her tender vagina skin. She bit down hard, yet not a noise came from her.
Well done, Mona, well done. Pleased with her performance, I gave in. “You may come, but first take care of me.”
“Thank you, Sir!” Mona said almost shyly as she dropped obediently to her knees in front of me.
I undid my pants and let my stiff member hang free; she licked her lips as she watched me. Those lips were going to feel majestic on my cock.
Mona fisted the base of my erection as her lips closed over the swollen head of my cock. I wrapped my fists in her hair as her tongue lapped into the slit at the tip then swirled around the sensitive underside.
Her talented tongue continued to work me as she sucked hard. I felt her trying to wrest my control away and tightened my hands in her hair as I began to thrust.
“Take it, Mona, take all of me,” I commanded as I drove into her until I bumped the soft spot at the back of her throat.
She gagged slightly around me but continued to suck greedily as if she couldn’t get enough of my taste. When she moaned around me as I thrust inside, I let loose and let my orgasm overtake me.
“You swallow every drop and show me what a good girl you are,” I commanded, still thrusting gently as I shot one last ribbon of my essence into her mouth.
Mona continued to suck for a moment, determined to coax every last bit of cum from my cock then licked me clean before sitting back on her heels with a satisfied smile.
“Good girl,” I said as I came to my knees beside her and pushed her gently to her back. Watching her face and holding her eyes with my own, I pushed three fingers into her hard.
“Ohhh,” she cried, starting to close her eyes.
“No. Look at me,” I commanded until she opened her eyes again. “Who does this belong to?”
“You, Leo! Only you!” Mona cried, pleasure glazing her eyes as I pumped my fingers in and out of her hard.
“Who commands your pleasure and your pain?” I asked.
She shuddered with pleasure. “You.”
“That’s right. There’s my good girl. I control your pleasure. I control your pain because you belong to me,” I told her firmly, still holding her gaze.
“Yes!” Mona whined, panting as she neared orgasm.
“Come now!” I ordered as my thumb played over her clit in a circular motion. Her body clamped down on my fingers like a vise, her body spasming hard as she screamed her release. I couldn’t be happier with how she reacted to my touch and command. I watched in delight as her body twitched, the relief washing over her. As much as I enjoyed feeling my own orgasm, seeing her enjoy such pleasure was worth even more to me.
Mona had won me over.
Chapter Twenty-Three
His image gave a growl of rage. “That little prick Leo Jackson has been a thorn in my side since coming here.”
He smiled. “Is it time?”
The reflection gave a slow smile. “Yes, it’s past time. Leo refused to learn when I shot his partner. He ignored the warnings with that tramp, Mindy. He’s had the audacity to touch what belongs to me and now I will end him.”
“And Mona?” he asked eagerly, as he looked to the beautiful doll he had waiting for her to join their little family.
“Yes. That little whore has been a very bad girl and it’s time to pay the piper.”
He watched as his reflection walked away singing ‘Mona’ by the Rolling Stones. The harmonies and melodies were in perfect synch with the version playing in the background.
Mona was going home! There was so much to do to prepare for, so much to do! Calm, he reminded himself. Yes, stay calm, for this was going to be delicious.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Under His Hands” by Mona Hyatt…
I stared at the blank screen; I couldn’t sink into fantasy with Leo in my shower.
Did I really belong to him?
He’d mastered my body so thoroughly the night before, it exceeded my every fantasy and he hadn’t even taken me completely yet. I knew he would totally consume me when he did.
Did I want to belong to him? Yes, crazy as it was, though we’d just met I did want to belong to him. A large part of me already felt like I did, but would he still want me once the case was over?
“Good morning, sweetness,” Leo said, sauntering out of the shower with a towel around his waist.
“Good morning,” I said, my mouth going dry at the sight of his sculpted chest as my eyes followed the treasure trail that started between his pecs and traveled tantalizingly below the towel. My mouth watered as I remembered what lay beneath that towel and how it had felt when he took my mouth with such mastery.
Leo wasn’t the normal man, in some ways. His thin physique didn’t reveal much when he was dressed. He looked… lithe, yes, that’s the right word. However, underneath was a man who was tight, ready to give me what I needed. I craved that.
I squirmed in my seat as my clit began to throb demandingly.
Leo leaned down and placed a smacking kiss on my lips. “Are you being a good girl this morning?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said softly, hating how unsure of him I felt, but we’d met barely three days ago. It wasn’t as if I could demand to know his intentions at this point. Could I?
“Do you belong to me?” I asked in a nervous rush.
“What?” he asked with raised brows.
I went for nonchalance. “Well, you said I belonged to you and I just wondered if that meant you belonged to me.”
Leo studied me with an enigmatic look. He opened his mouth to answer and his phone rang. “Jackson.”
He went still and his face got very serious as he spoke to whoever called. “Right. I’ll meet you at headquarters, Evans.”
The minute Leo hung up, he turned to face me. “We got him, baby!”
Leo grinned, giving me a quick kiss before hurrying to get dressed. I watched, kind enjoying the reverse striptease. He turned and caught me watching so I gave him an exaggerated wink.
Leo laughed and kissed me again. “I’ll hold you to that later, baby. Now I’ve got to go catch the bad guy and keep my woman safe.” He was picking up on my subtle innuendoes. I couldn’t wait to be taken by such a strong man!
I said goodbye as he grabbed his suit coat and headed out the front door. Warm fuzzy butterflies filled my tummy. Leo called me his woman.
I hummed to myself as I made another pot of coffee and had just poured a cup when the doorbell rang.
I frowned in confusion when I opened the door and saw who was standing there. “Agent Evans, Leo just left to meet you at the office.”
“I know.” He smiled at me and the look in his eyes made ice form in the pit of my stomach. Evans lifted a hand and lightly touched my cheek with a shake of his head. “Mona, Mona, Mona… what a naughty girl you’ve been.”
I knew I had to get away from this man but before I even made it two steps, his other hand came up and I heard a zapping sound just before the jolt of electricity hit my body.
Pain lit up my nerve endings from head to toe as the current ran through me. “Leo!” I cried just before my world went black.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“We don’t arrest people for being creepy.”—Flippers, Hoodwinked!
Evans wasn’t at his desk, or anywhere in the building when I got there. No one had seen him leave, either. This was a bit too strange for my liking. I walked over to my desk and sat down, confused as what to do next. I picked up the file I’d been building on our killer when a piece of paper fell out. It was Evans’ handwriting:
1221 Lakeshore Drive
Kissimmee, FL 34746
An address? This had to be where Evans was going. Was the fool actually going after the killer by himself? I grabbed my gun and bee-lined it out of the office, dialing his phone number as I left. I’d just talked to him twenty minutes ago and now he wasn’t answering. “Shit!” I cursed.
I plugged the address into my GPS and hopped into one of the Dodge Chargers on the lot. The engine roared to life and I pulled out into the busy streets, turning the siren on. It was a good morning, as people were respectful enough to get the hell out of my way. One turn off of Orange and I was on the I-4 southbound ramp, heading toward Evans. God help him, I hope he wasn’t dead.
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