by Tatum Throne
The supply door opened with Leland coming inside. He glanced between TJ and Witt. “Hey, guys.”
“I got what I came for,” TJ said.
Witt could see the caution within Leland’s eyes and he didn’t like it there. It was clear to Witt that Leland suspected something could be going on between them. When the door shut behind TJ, Witt backed Leland up against the door and kissed him hard. He parted his mouth, pushing his tongue deep within his sub’s. He loved the way Leland groaned softly, getting into the rhythm of their kiss. Leland’s hands tightened down in his shirt as their hips bumped together. There was something really sexy about the way they were both armed and stealing a forbidden kiss at work. Witt normally didn’t cross the line when he was out with his submissives. There was something about Leland that made him want to break all the rules. That scared Witt.
Witt reluctantly broke his lips away from Leland’s. “I missed having you in my bed this morning.”
“I’m sorry I left the way I did.”
“I’ll make you work it off later.”
Leland bit his wet and puffy lip. “Make me work it off now.”
Witt wanted to make him work for it now but they shouldn’t. Temptation and a little bit of stupidity had Witt’s hand sliding down the front of Leland’s pants to give him a tight stroke. Leland groaned, flexing his hips up into his palm. They shouldn’t be doing this here but they were. At any moment they could get caught. And what would happen then? Witt had worked too hard for this transfer. He didn’t want to screw it. Despite knowing all of that, his hand continued to stroke Leland through his pants.
“We can’t do this here,” Witt said.
“Then why are you stroking me, Sir?”
The sound of sir rolling off of Leland’s tongue sent a hard shiver through Witt’s cock. A shot of pre-cum landed in his tight-fitting boxers. He knew there would be a white spot on his black briefs when he took them off next. Witt looked down into Leland’s passionate and lust-filled eyes. He groaned, giving in to temptation. Their mouths connected in a hungry kiss that made Witt forget where they were for the briefest of moments. Voices passing by outside in the hallway knocked some sense back into Witt but not much. Again he reluctantly broke his lips away.
“I gotta go,” Witt said.
“Wait!”
“No. We’re not doing this here.”
Witt left the too-cramped supply closet and headed upstairs for the privacy of his office to cool off. He was taking several deep breaths when his office door opened. Leland shut the door behind him, locking it. This was so wrong that it was becoming very right. Witt crossed his tiny office in less than a second, grabbing hold of Leland and kissing him hard. He pushed him up against the desk as their legs twined together. Leland reached down, stroking Witt’s cock through his tactical pants. The feel of his sub’s hand was more than he could handle. He needed it now.
“Unzip me.”
Leland licked and bit his lips as though he wanted to taste what was behind his zipper. Witt suppressed a moan of desire that threatened to escape his parted lips as Leland muscled out his cock.
“On the chair.”
Leland sat down in the chair across from Witt’s desk, slouching down as Witt spread his thighs over his legs. He stood over his sub, slapping his cock against his wet lips. Leland groaned as Witt pushed his cock deep within his sub’s hot mouth. Witt pressed his hands against the wall, using it as leverage to flex his cock in and out of Leland’s mouth.
The tip of his cockhead bounced against the back of his sub’s throat. Leland’s teeth scraped against the underside of his ridges as he threatened to pull his aching prick from his sub’s mouth. Witt felt as though he was losing complete control of the situation but he didn’t care. He loved the way Leland was making him feel. He loved watching his cock disappear down his sub’s throat. He loved the way his big balls hit up against his chin. He loved how tense his entire body was as Leland worked him with his mouth.
Leland reached up, cupping and squeezing his balls as he sucked his cock. As a Dom, he’d never had a sub squeeze his balls. It felt so fucking good. “Tighter.”
The order came out on a husky whisper that was barely audible to even Witt’s ears. Leland obeyed by squeezing and grabbing his balls hard. The sensations that rushed through his balls and cock blew his mind. It felt so fucking good that Witt nearly forgot again that they were both at work. He wanted to bend his sub over his desk and take him hard but that wouldn’t be happening. Without warning, Witt’s orgasm stole his breath away. It twisted up from his balls and shot out his cockhead, hitting Leland in the back of the throat. Witt stopped pumping his dick as Leland started sucking hard on his tip, swallowing every last drop of his cum.
Witt was breathing hard as he looked down at his sub with his dick still in his mouth. Very slowly, Witt pulled his dick from Leland’s mouth. He leaned down, tilting up his chin and kissing him sweetly. Their eyes locked as Witt broke his lips away. There was a funny look within Leland’s eyes that made Witt’s heart pound wildly. He was falling hard for his sub and there was no way he was going to survive the impact from this fall.
A knock on the door snapped both of them out of their sexual bliss. Witt came around the desk and sat down “Come in.”
Chapter Five
Leland grabbed a file folder off of Witt’s desk and dropped it on top of his lap to cover his throbbing prick. The taste of his Dom’s cum lingered on his lips and tongue. He swallowed, rubbing his thumb along his bottom lip to make sure there were no drops racing down his chin. The door opened with Chief Rask coming through the door. He glanced over at Leland, giving him a nod.
“Here’s your schedule for the next week of your orientation,” Rask said.
“Thanks.”
“I’d really like you to do some ride alongs with Adam, too.”
“Great.”
Rask glanced at Leland, giving him that hard stare that only police officers seemed to be able to do. “I need to see you in my office.”
“Yes, sir.”
Rask left Witt’s office. The entire encounter made Leland’s cock deflate fast. There was concern in Witt’s eyes. “It’s nothing. I’m sure.”
“Let me know after you talk with him,” Witt said.
“I will.”
Leland stood up and Witt came around his desk, giving him a soft brushing kiss. When their lips broke away, Leland felt as though Witt took his heart with him. The depth of his feelings for his Dom left him shell-shocked and a little bit uncertain about what the future held for them. Unable to sort through his feelings now, he headed downstairs to his chief’s office. He hoped that it had nothing to do with his blossoming relationship with Witt or the fact that he’d just sucked his cock off in his office. Guilt wormed its way through his mind as he went through Chief Rask’s open door.
“Shut the door.”
With the door shut and his pride on the floor, Leland had a seat in one of the chairs across from his desk. “Sir?”
“I have something I need you to do.”
“I’m listening.”
“It’s been brought to my attention that there is some evidence missing from the locker downstairs.”
“Missing or stolen?”
“That’s what I need you to find out.”
“Anyone I should be looking at?” Leland asked.
“Camera was conveniently not working when the evidence went missing.”
“What’s all missing?”
“About a hundred thousand in drug money.”
Leland ran his hand through his hair. “Shit.”
“Yeah. You’re the only one I’ve mentioned this to. It stays between us.”
“Not a problem. I’ll see what I can find out.”
“Thanks.”
Leland left Chief Rask’s office, shocked that there was a thief among them. Who would do such a thing? Who could possibly be desperate enough to think that they could get away with stealing that type of money? Everyone was
a suspect until he cleared them. Leland went to his office and started to think about who, if anyone, was having money issues. No one obvious came to mind. That had Leland reaching for the phone and calling Witt’s office.
“This is Witt.”
“Hey, it’s Leland.”
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Chief Rask just needed me to check into something for him.”
“Anything I can help with?”
Could Witt help him with the case? He was new to the department. Chief Rask had asked him not to say anything, but Witt could really help. “Chief Rask asked me to look into some missing evidence from a drug bust.”
“What kind of evidence?”
“A hundred thousand dollars.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah. There’s a thief among us.”
“Not cool. I can help you any way that I can.” Witt sighed. “Any idea who would do something like this?”
Leland didn’t like the idea of accusing someone he worked with. Maybe it was one of the cleaning crew. “No one. I’m going to set up a camera in the evidence room. The one that we normally have in there was shut off during the theft.”
“Good idea.”
“I’ll catch up with you later,” Leland said.
“I hope you will. We have some unfinished business to take care of.”
There was a dark husky quality to Witt’s voice that made Leland’s cock hard. “I can’t wait.”
He hung up the phone wishing that the day was already over. Leland went to the tech department and logged out one of the cameras. He went down to evidence room. It was a locked steel cage that had a coded entrance. He pretended to be looking up evidence on one of his cases as he set up the camera.
He then went up to his office and got the camera going on his laptop. It was recording so that he wouldn’t have to stare at his laptop all the time. He’d checked the digital recorders later. There was more work to be done. Leland reached for one of his cases and grabbed the phone. Maybe today would be the day he’d catch a break on the homicide case he was working on. Perhaps today one of the many witnesses to the crime would have a moment of guilt and confess what they knew. Leland knew he wasn’t going to get that lucky.
* * * *
There was a storm brewing. Witt knew there was a good chance Leland wouldn’t show up at his place. But it was a risk he was willing to take. This was the last chance they had to be together before Witt went off for his SWAT testing at Camp Tack. The day had moved past surprisingly fast. The fact that there was a thief among District Four had him looking at his new coworkers with more suspicion than he normally would. He didn’t like the fact that there was a dirty cop among them. It would only be a matter of time before IA would get involved and all their asses would be hauled in for questioning.
Witt clocked out for the day and looked for Leland. He wasn’t around. He was probably working a case which meant for a late night. Either way, Witt was planning on going home and getting ready for his next session with Leland. He couldn’t wait to be with his sub again. He wanted to take things a bit further with this next session. He wanted to find Leland’s hard edge and take him past what he was normally comfortable with. As he pulled into his driveway, Witt was disappointed to see that Leland wasn’t home. That meant Witt would be dining alone.
The house was dark and quiet. Witt shut the door behind him and locked it. He put his gun away in the gun cabinet he had inside his hall closet. He glanced around the house. It didn’t feel like he was alone. He frowned. Something felt off. He went upstairs, pausing at the top of them to listen. There. He heard it again. It sounded like someone breathing. Who was here? It obviously wasn’t Leland. As a LEO, Witt normally went for his gun but he didn’t this time. He went into his bedroom and froze. Leland was naked and handcuffed. He was on his knees and his hands were behind his back. His cock was rock hard and every one of his muscles was flexed tight. When he saw Witt in the doorway, he leaned down onto the bed, putting his forehead on the mattress and exposing his rim.
It was that moment Witt lost all control. He slammed the bedroom door shut behind him and crossed the room. “You think you can just tie yourself up and I’ll take you.”
“I was hoping.”
Witt smoothed his hand over Leland’s ass, rubbing it roughly before he pulled his hand back, smacking his ass hard. He loved the way his balls bounced back and forth. Leland grunted with the hard hit to his ass. Witt spanked him several more times to drive his point home.
“Don’t very tie yourself up without my permission.”
Leland groaned. “Yes, Sir.”
Witt licked his thumb, pressing it against Leland’s rim as he spanked him roughly. With each hit, Leland spread his legs wider, stretching his rim. Witt’s wet thumb slid easily inside Leland’s ass, going up to the first knuckle. Leland moaned. His entire body shook from holding the position so long. Witt moved away from the bed, going to the closet to change. He put on his leather straps that went around his hips and cock. There was a leather bag that held his balls tight. He took several seconds picking out a wooden flogger. It had a bit of give to it that made the wood bend.
When Witt came back into the room, he slapped the flogger against his palm several times, making the sound echo within the room. With each hit of the flogger against his palm, Leland jumped with anticipation. Witt leaned onto the bed, brushing the tip of his cockhead against Leland’s ass as he smoothed the flogger down his ass cheeks. Leland relaxed into his touch as he pulled the flogger away and came back in hard with it. A shudder rippled over Leland’s ass as the flogger struck his ass cheeks. Witt brought the flogger down several more times as he smeared the pre-cum leaking from his tip across his sub’s ass. He was losing control. Witt tossed the flogger across the room and went for the lube in the nightstand next to the bed. He flipped open the cap, rubbing it down over his throbbing cock. He knelt onto the bed, spreading his sub’s ass cheeks wide. He rubbed the lube all over his sub’s rim, pushing two fingers deep inside his sub’s ass. When Leland was breathless and begging, Witt tipped his cockhead against his sub’s rim, loving the feel of skin on skin. It wasn’t until he started pushing his cock inside and his cockhead had disappeared into his sub’s ass that he realized he wasn’t wearing a condom.
“I’m clean. Are you?” Witt asked.
“Yes! God yes!”
“I’m going in raw. Code now if you’re not comfortable with that.”
“Take me.”
There was a husky raw edge to his sub’s voice that nearly made Witt come. He pushed his lubed cock deep within his sub’s ass, pushing inside deep. Leland groaned, rocking his hips back and forth against his cock. No sub had ever dared to take such control. Witt leaned forward, grabbing Leland by the hair to take control. He pulled his head back. “You will take what I have to give. I’m in control.”
Leland moaned as Witt emphasized his point by slipping his right hand between their bodies and squeezing his cock roughly. When Leland completely submitted, Witt started to move again but he didn’t let go of his sub’s hair. He used it as leverage as he took his sub with short, rough strokes that made the headboard knock against the wall. Witt arched back his head, loving how good his sub felt. He wouldn’t ever tell him how he’d loved catching him naked on his bed. Witt had a good feeling that Leland would keep surprising him no matter how much he tried to keep control.
Sweat dripped down Witt’s brow. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. His cock was hitting all the right sweet spots deep within his sub’s ass. Each hit of his hips sent their balls slapping together. The leather separating their balls was like magic as they hit together. Witt released his sub’s hair and grabbed his hips as he took his sub. Before he could stop it from happening, his orgasm spun up from his balls and twisted through his cock. He groaned as his cum shot from the tip of his cockhead. Four long shots of cum exploded from his tip, landing deep. Witt reached between his sub’s legs, stroking his cock hard. Leland�
��s cock hardened more. His sub cried out as his orgasm spun through his cock, sending his spunk flying across the comforter. Witt didn’t stop pumping him off until he ran dry.
With his sub still cuffed to the bed, Witt went for his handcuff key in the closet and unlocked Leland’s wrists. He rubbed his hands over his sub’s wrists, working the red marks out. Witt took off his leather and came back to the bed, pulling Leland down into his arms. He kissed him passionately. Their eyes locked as he broke their lips away.
“I liked that,” Leland said.
“I knew you would.”
Witt knew this thing was getting serious fast. He didn’t want it any other way. It was time that they had the talk that came with having a Dom and sub relationship.
“We’re monogamous. You won’t be having sex with anyone else ever again.”
Leland held him tighter. “I don’t want to.”
Witt’s heart started to beat fast. He couldn’t imagine being anywhere else with anyone else. When had any sub satisfied him? Witt knew the answer to that even before he asked it. No one had ever satisfied him the way that Leland could.
“I have to go to Camp Tack tomorrow,” Witt said.
“I know. I’m planning on swinging by to see you.”
Chapter Six
Camp Tack was busy in the late afternoon sunshine. Leland left the office to see how Witt was handling his training and testing. He knew he could handle it. Witt was good at taking control of all aspects of his life. They were deep within the forest, practicing on the ropes and platform course. It wasn’t long before TJ caught sight of him crossing the courtyard between the bunk houses. As Leland joined the group, Witt looked his way. Their eyes connected, making Leland’s heart beat hard. He really had it bad for his Dom.
“I’m going to need Detective Mathews’ help for this next part of our training. Leland?” TJ said.
A shiver raced through Leland’s blood as he set his sunglasses aside. He was glad he’d changed into tactical pants and a T-shirt before he left the office. He figured he was going to get a little bit dirty out at the campsite. Leland climbed up on top of the platform. He rolled out his shoulders. Knowing TJ, this was about to get a little bit out of hand and a whole lot of dangerous.