Prisoner of Desire

by Yvette Hines

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  Awakening, Mandy allowed her mind to roam back to the last moments she remembered. Steve had been riding her hard and fast, givin’ her four explosive orgasms that were a good enough excuse to collapse onto the bed in exhausted and drift off to sleep.

  Steve’s breath fluttered across her temple, and she wondered if he had dozed off as well.

  “Are you up now, nightingale?” His hands started making tiny circles on her hip, then drew a line to the underside of her breast and back down.

  “Or I’m in the midst of a wonderful dream.” Opening her eyes, she stared into Steve’s golden gaze. “Nope, it’s the real thing.”

  “I’m glad about that.” He kissed her and rolled her body below him. Pulling away from her mouth, he asked, “Are you okay?”

  “I’m wonderful.” She meant every word. Being in Steve’s arms was like a dream come true. She ran her fingers through his sandy blond hair and brushed it away from his forehead.

  Kissing her again, he began a trail from her chin to her breast. Suckling her nipples, he stirred her arousal. One of his hands slipped between their bodies and fondled her sex as he continued to play with her breast. He nibbled and licked the erect pebbles and around her breasts as his fingers stroked her clit and played in the moisture coating her labia.

  She widened her legs and gripped the back of his head, allowing him complete access to her body. He groaned against her flesh as his hand explored beyond her pussy and caressed her anal opening, then returned to collect more of her sexual liquid. The ring felt sensitive to his fondling as he painted it with the oil of her sex. She couldn’t help but relax into it and press herself against his hand.

  This was play she’d never experienced before. However, with Steve she was open to new naughty ideas.

  “Do you like me touchin’ you here?” he asked, slipping the tip of his finger inside.

  “Yes,” she moaned. She didn’t even want to deny her satisfaction or the desire to feel more of the foreign entry.

  He flicked her nipples and continued to stroke her ass. Each deep pass of his finger caused the balls still in her sex to shift and prepare her for another orgasm. They didn’t disappoint; as Steve pushed in another finger sparks ignited in her sex as he stroked the dark canal and sent her into a climax. She’d lost count of how many times she’d come that night.

  “Can I have you here, nightingale? Or do you want me to stop?” His hand paused as he waited for her response.

  Moving between them, she took his hand and held it against her ass. “Don’t you dare stop. I want all of you, Steve.” Grabbing his dick, she pumped his hard length, enjoying the warm, satiny steel rod.

  “Then cover me in your cream and make me just as wet as you are.” His words were rough and commanding, proof of his own desire.

  Following his instruction, she rubbed him along her sex, swirling his tip through her juices and gliding his dick inside of her. She continued until his cock was slick, practically dripping with her essence. Then she placed him at her anal ring, pausing, not sure how to proceed. “Should I get on my knees?”

  “No. I want to look at your lovely face while I take your ass. I want to see all the pleasure you feel as I love you.”

  His words made her tremble. Her heart stopped, she knew in her mind that Steve meant love in the physical sense not the romantic nature she could only hope to gain.

  Steve widened her legs and pressed them up toward the side of her chest, leaving her vulnerable to his advances. Gripping his cock with one hand, he set it at the puckered opening. He entered her slowly and then pulled back out. Inside once again, he moved deeper and retreated.

  Her body tensed feeling the slight burn of her muscles.

  “Relax, sweetheart.” He began kissing her as he continued the gentle pace until he was buried to the hilt. The feel of his thick dick inside her ass felt wicked and foreign—nefarious delight that had her toes curling.

  Whispering against her lips, he said, “Are you okay? Should I pull out?”

  “Don’t stop, Steve.” Lifting her hips she pressed toward him. “It feels so good.”

  Pulling out, he propelled his hips forward, rotating his pelvis and maximizing the pleasure for them both. “Damn, nightingale, I can feel the balls in your pussy movin’ against my cock.”

  Over and over again, he pumped into her as his intense stare held her gaze.

  Electric currents shot from her ass, through her limbs and pulsed rhythmically into her clit. A big orgasm was building, but this one was going to make her work for it, it wasn’t coming easy like the others.

  “Steve, I need more. Fuck me hard, Steve,” she chanted.

  Responding to her words, Steve held nothing back as thrust into her, slamming his shaft through the spastic anal muscles.

  “You’re like a fuckin’ fist, nightingale. Your ass is going to milk every drop of cum from my cock.”

  Leaning down, his mouth clamped onto her nipple and took her over the precipice of paradise and landed her resplendent in Arcadia. Wild shudders ravaged her body as she screamed.

  After a few more thrusts, Steve met her there.

  Her body shuddered with enjoyment and peace as they lay silently in each other’s arms.

  Placing light kisses across her shoulder and the curve of her neck, Steve said, “Stay here while I run our bath.”

  He pulled out, causing the air to catch in her throat as her tender walls flexed, attempting to keep him inside.

  “That sounds wonderful.” She stretched, watching him leave the bed and head into the bathroom.

  Relaxing, she listened to the sound of the rapid water filling the tub. Moments later Steve returned. “Come with me so I can bathe you from the tips of your beautiful breasts to your pretty toes.” He stood next to the bed while she rose.

  “Feet aren’t pretty,” she commented.

  Winking at her, he confirmed, “Yours are. Everything about you is allurin’, enticin’, adorable and downright sexy. “

  A girl could get used to this kind of praise.

  She smiled as she felt the heat flood her cheeks. No one had ever said the things to her that Steve did. Men commented on her height all the time, but none talked about her beauty or made her feel the way Steve did.

  Prepared to follow him, she halted at the first twinge of pleasure. “There’s one concern I have.”

  “That is?” Worry lines etched into his features.

  “How do I get these balls out?”

  Smiling, he stepped closer to her. Placing his hand between her thighs, he instructed her, “Breath and relax the muscles of your vagina.”

  When she did, she instantly felt the balls slip from her sex, plopping one after the other into his palm.

  “See, it’s that simple.” He held the lustrous and damp balls before her.

  “You mean to tell me I could have gotten them out of me at any time?”

  “Yup.” He closed his hand around them as he kissed her on the lips and turned to the bathroom.

  “Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t know, because they would’ve been rolling across the dance floor.”

  Steve’s boisterous laugh echoed around the condo as they entered the bathroom, she couldn’t help but join in.

  Chapter Eight

  His doorbell rang, breaking into the fourth inning of his baseball game. Rising, he hoped that it was Mandy, even though he knew she was working the late shift tonight and he wouldn’t see her.

  Shoving the thoughts about her job away, he moved to the door.

  “Hi, Steve.”

  Shock was an understatement of his emotions as he stared at the woman on his doorstep. Christy Wilks stood looking like a spring morning in a pink and yellow flowered dress, sweet and innocent. There was even a pale hue to her body, as if she never allowed the glow of the sun to kiss her skin. The contrast between her and Mandy flashed in his mind.

  “Christy, what are you doing here?” He frowned.

  “Hoping you
haven’t eaten yet.” A tender smile curled the corners of her mouth as she patted the handles of the wicker basket on her arm.

  His stomach growled, before he could oppose. Traitor, he chastised his belly.

  Giggling, she shifted her blue-eyed gaze to his stomach, then back to his face. “Should I take that as a no?”

  “Come in.” Stepping back, he allowed her to walk by him. Her fragrance was light and sweet, nothing like the ginger spice he was normally drawn to.

  His heart sent up warning signs, but they were shut down by his mind. Christy was just as submissive as Mandy, if not more. Mandy’s very walk proclaimed she was in charge, screamed cop and independence. Unlike Christy, whose very nature demanded his strength, his control, and dominance. In Christy there were no doubts, no compromises. Hell, she was his parents’ choice, and maybe for once he wouldn’t have to worry about disappointing his father with his dark desires.

  Sitting beside her on the couch, he watched her lay out the food she’d prepared: pork chops, pasta and succotash, and two slices of chocolate cake. She even had a beer for him and a soda for herself.

  He didn’t even know if Mandy could cook. Probably not, his stomach and mind told him. Does it matter? his heart asked. He didn’t know.

  Taking in her shy glances, he wondered if she’d willingly let him place a clitoral clamp between her thighs or ever allow him to spank her? Would she moan and beg for more or scream at him to stop?

  Shaking his head, he thanked her for the meal and made small talk and tried to get to know her.

  After the dinner, he turned to Christy, deciding to be honest. “Look, Christy, I’m involved with someone else at the moment.”

  Her clear blue eyes assessed him. “Is it serious?”

  “It seems to be headed in that direction.”

  Placing her hand on top of his, she asked, “Do you love her?”

  That question, for some reason, shook him to his core, but he didn’t know how to answer it. “I don’t know.”

  The small grin appeared on her lips again. “Then there’s hope for me.”

  Moving his hand, he said, “Christy, I don’t want to lead you on.”

  “You’re not, Steve. But, I like you. I’ve been too shy for a long time to even try and have a life for myself away from my parents. When your mother invited me to come for Sunday dinner and I got to spend time with you. It made me want a life and family of my own.”

  Oh, shit, did I do something to give her the wrong idea?

  Her tiny giggle reminded him of a mouse. “Don’t look so frightened, Steve. If you choose Mandy, then I’ll be okay.”

  He wasn’t surprised that the townsfolk had spread the gossip about Mandy being his date to Liza’s wedding. What else did they know?

  “However, if you realize that she’s not the one...I’d like to be.” With that she leaned over and kissed his cheek, then collected her things.

  He stood.

  “I’ll let myself out. You have a lot to think about.”

  In a flash, she was gone and he was left with a mind full of worries and doubts.

  * * * *

  “Eighteen to twelve man, your ball.” Robert chucked the basketball to him. Catching it, Steve bounced it over to the half court line.

  They were playing a game of one-on-one. It was late Tuesday night, not a normal game night for them, but he had been stressed out and called Robert to meet him here. Silently, he dribbled the ball and considered his game plan. Tossing the ball to the other man, Steve called out, “Check.”

  When Robert sent it back to him, Steve faded right, driving toward the basket. Robert was right on his tail and soon they were crouched low and eye to eye. Steve glanced up at the basket, checking the distance then side-stepped to his left, faked and popped up for the shot.

  It would have been a perfect shot, one of his signature moves even, if the ball had not smacked against the rim and veered off. Robert palmed the rebound.

  Stepping back to the line, with Robert in control of the ball, his friend bounced the ball toward him and yelled, “Check.”

  He chucked it back at Robert. Robert quickly faked left, faded right, followed through with a few steps that took him to the three-point line and let the ball go. The clean shot ended the game at twenty-one to twelve.

  “Damn, Steve, I do believe that might be the sorriest game of one-on-one your ass has ever played.” Robert chuckled.

  “You might be right,” he grumbled walking over to the bench for his towel and water. Tilting his head back, Steve squeezed a large amount of cold water into his mouth and swallowed.

  “Normally, you go at me shot for shot.” Robert drank liberally from his own bottle stared at him. “So, what’s up? You called me out here, but evidently basketball was the furthest thing from your mind.”

  “True.” Steve dragged the towel roughly across his head and face, collecting the sweat. “How are you and Danni?”

  Robert rubbed the back of his own head and then draped the towel around his neck as he answered, “Great. She’s beautiful, funny, sexy as hell and the sex is over the top. What’s not great about that? I can’t wait to make her my wife.”

  Nodding at his friend’s response, he said, “Tell me somethin’, Robert. You and I have similar interests. How did you get past her being a cop? Watching her walk around, strong and forceful? Dominant.”

  “For me it’s a turn on,” Robert confessed, the big smile on his face showing the truth of his words. “I love seeing her in uniform and knowing that when she gets home she’s submittin’ to me.” With a serious look, he said, “Some guys can enjoy the play. Others have to have the complete lifestyle of submission and dominance, that’s not for me.”

  Steve didn’t know which he needed. Christy offered full submission, while Mandy didn’t. Her job made it so she couldn’t. “I don’t think I can do it, Robert. I don’t think I can not worry about her every time she walks out the door. Knowin’ I cain’t protect her.”

  “Any job can be dangerous,” Robert declared. “Besides if she’s going to be a cop, being one in Claremont County is the best place. With the exception of the drug runners a few months ago.”

  “Still. It bothers me.” Steve finished off his bottle of water and pitched it into the trashcan beside the bench.

  “Would you rather get over your fears or lose the woman you love?” Robert asked.

  “I never said I loved her,” Steve proclaimed.

  “You didn’t have to,” Robert replied.

  * * * *

  “What are you doing?” Mandy’s voice poured through the phone like warm chocolate, stimulating his senses.

  Staring down at the stacks of papers on his desk, he replied, “End of month auditin’.”

  A loud groan tickled his ear. “I’m not even going to pretend that sounds like fun.”

  “To each its own.” Steve leaned back in his chair. It had been a few days since he’d seen Mandy and he had to admit he missed her. Even with his late night visitor, Christy had stirred up a lot of things he had been avoiding. He had been using the time to address some of his personal issues with the relationship, but he frequently found himself pushing the conversation aside, not really wanting to listen to the doubts he had. The time for him to deal with them was dawning rapidly.

  “How about lunch?” she asked.

  “Sure. Where?”

  “Southern Pride okay with you?”

  Scanning the papers again, he said, “That’s fine. Can you give me thirty minutes to finish up a few more things?”

  She agreed and they disconnected the call.

  Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he knew he was going to have to make a decision. He just prayed it was the right one.

  * * * *

  Finished with his club sandwich, he settled into his chair at a back table in the restaurant. Sipping his Coke, he watched Mandy enter the place. Her hair was pulled back tight and her uniform clung to her curves. She removed her sunglasses and surveyed the room unti
l she located him. He expected a smile to appear on her face, but instead she crossed to him, her holstered hips creating a swagger of power.

  She was Officer Franklin, the keeper of the law that commanded attention, authority and submission. Dressed as she was, she appeared so far removed from his nightingale that submitted to him willingly. Which one was the real Mandy?

  Slipping in the seat across from him, she began, “I’m sorry, Steve, I know you’ve been waiting a while. I had to take care of a situation over on the North-side of the County. There was a suspicious man hanging around the old Fredrick Mill.”

  “Did you locate him?”

  Sighing, she tucked her gunmetal gray tinted police issued shades in her collar. “No, which means I’ll be spending most of my night on patrol.”

  “Do you think, it’s serious?”

  She shrugged. “Never can tell. Most likely a drifter passing through.” Smiling at him, for the first time since entering, she asked, “So, how has your day been?”

  “Full of figures and numbers as usual.” Sitting forward, he reached out to grab her hand resting on top of the table. Leaning away, she avoided the contact and glanced over her shoulder.

  He raised an eyebrow at her reaction, but didn’t press the issue. It did, however, make his decision clearer. “You goin’ to order?”

  “No. I’ve had a headache for a few days now and food just seems to make it worse. Last night I grabbed a burger for dinner and that was a mistake.”

  He frowned. She looked exhausted. The normal luster to her brown eyes was missing. “You need to take care of yourself and get some rest. You’ve been workin’ doubles for the past few nights.”

  “Dale threw out his back last week, so we’re all pitching in.”

  Sighing, he asked, “Have you ever thought about bein’ somethin’ other than a cop?”