by Wane, BJ
“I like you uncomfortable. It makes your capitulation all that much sweeter. Relax.” Nolan smiled as he brushed her right nipple with a cream-coated finger. “Cinnamon oil is popular for a slow, but intense warm-up. My previous subs loved it.” His damn grin widened when she narrowed her eyes at his mention of other women.
Mia suffered through a thorough coating of each tender nub, and the warm tingling sensation the gel induced. Her relief when he fastened her bra and tugged down her tank top was short-lived. Setting the oil aside, he spun her around by the shoulders and bent her over the couch.
“I neglected to mention it’s labeled a clit sensitizer. You’ll like this as much, if not more, than what you’re feeling now.”
She didn’t comment on Nolan’s smug tone; she’d learned he was always right in these matters. After draping her skirt over her back and lowering her panties, he executed a slow, thorough search to root out her clit, forcing her shuddering breath when he covered the aching bud with the cinnamon oil gel.
A pleasant but distracting warmth invaded her pussy and set her clit to throbbing in tune with her softly pulsating nipples as he slid his finger between her buttocks to wipe the remaining oil on her anus. “You can’t mean for me to parade around in a crowd all afternoon in this state?” she fretted when he righted her clothes and she turned to confront him with a flaming face.
“You’ll be fine. I can’t wait to taste whatever smells so good.”
“Crap! I forgot about the casserole.” Mia dashed into the kitchen and pulled the bubbling dish from the oven. Ignoring both Nolan and her traitorous body, she covered the pan and placed it in an insulated carrier before facing him again. Taking a deep breath, praying she was right, she stated, “I’m ready.”
* * *
Nolan nodded, needing this relaxed, fun time with Mia in the worst way. His conscience had pricked him with guilt each time he’d stopped at her nursery on the pretext of visiting her instead of looking for evidence drugs were being snuck by her among her inventory. You could smack him in the face with irrefutable proof of her involvement, and he still wouldn’t believe it. Her expressions and actions read like an open book regarding every aspect of her life. What they’d shared these past few weeks convinced him there was no way she could have hidden such a thing from him.
Parking in his reserved slot at the police station, Nolan snatched Mia’s hand before strolling toward the festivity-packed park behind the building. “Bob signed me up to play on his softball team,” he stated, veering toward the ball field. “I warned him I haven’t played in ages, but he insisted.”
“I used to play on a women’s league, years ago.” The wistful note in her voice revealed how much she missed that activity.
“Why did you quit?”
Her green gaze slid to a small group standing by the bandstand. He recognized both Peter and the young woman her ex was dumb enough to dump Mia for. “Peter preferred me to spend my spare time working on the town’s welcoming guild and charity fundraisers.” She shrugged as they approached the bleachers. “Between that and the twins, I didn’t have time for anything else.”
“Well, you’re no longer with the prick and I think you should do what pleases you.”
She flicked him a sly look. “Like insisting we go someplace private and you do something about ending my torment?”
Nolan leaned in to her, uncaring about the people watching as he fisted his hand around her braid and tugged her head back to assault her smiling mouth. Mia sank against him, a positive sign she was much more relaxed and accepting of him and his dominance in front of others. Was it any wonder he was crazy about her after such a short time?
He kept the kiss short but thorough and by the time he released her, her face was flushed, her eyes dilated. Bending to her ear, he whispered, “Is that look from my mouth or the effects of the cinnamon oil?”
Her low laugh vibrated against his chest. “Both, you moron.” Shoving against his chest, she admonished, “Go play ball.”
He did but found it difficult to concentrate with Mia sitting next to Dee on the bleachers, hearing her root him on. Maybe it had been a mistake to play with her before leaving. At this point, he wasn’t sure his actions weren’t tormenting him more than her. How they managed to win the game, he didn’t know, but by the end of the ninth inning, he stirred in hunger for more than a plateful of the food laid out on the long tables by the picnic area.
* * *
“Damn, he’s hot,” Dee sighed, her eyes not on her husband but the chief of police. Mia’s chief of police, at least for now.
She sighed and pushed to her feet, her tingling, toasty girl parts turning hotter as she watched Nolan saunter toward her with a wicked grin curling his lips and a gleam in his cobalt eyes she knew not to trust. Not that her slutty libido cared. “Yeah, he is.” For about the thousandth time, she wondered what he was doing with her, and she with him.
Dee’s smile turned into a frown. “Anything wrong?”
Mia shook her head. “No, just reminding myself nothing good ever lasts.”
“That’s not true,” Dee argued. “Look at me and Bob.”
“You guys are the exception to the rule. It doesn’t matter though since I’m not in the market for anything permanent. This suits me just fine for the time being.”
Nolan slung his arm around her shoulders when he and Bob joined them, his warm, perspiring body pressed against her side driving the simmering need inside her higher. “What suits you just fine?”
“Being seen with someone from the winning team, of course,” she quipped. His dubious look said he didn’t believe her, but thankfully he let it go.
“Excuse us for a few minutes, would you?” he addressed Dee and Bob. “I need to do my civic duty and make the rounds. If you can wait, we’ll join you in the buffet line in about thirty minutes.”
“Sounds good.” Bob nodded.
Much to Mia’s chagrin, Nolan kept her close as they strolled around, stopping to visit with people enjoying the games, music and food. Her body flooded with awareness of his muscled strength and possessive touches as well as the looks ranging between surprised and envious women were sending her way. When she shifted her gaze to a group of women from the welcome guild and Darla Atkins, her and Peter’s next-door neighbor, gave her a thumbs up with a wide grin of approval, Mia basked in the unexpected sign of encouragement.
“Where are we going?” she asked when she noticed Nolan had maneuvered her back around to the police station fifteen minutes later.
“To get out of this heat for a few minutes.” Catching on to the urgency reflected in his tone, she quickened her steps to match his, her pulse rate jumping twenty points as they entered the deserted building.
“Don’t you need someone to man the phones?” she panted as he all but hauled her behind him down the hall to his office.
“Emergency calls are being routed to the two deputies on call.”
Shutting the door behind him, Nolan left the room in shadows cast by the semi-closed window blinds. Music, shrieks of laughter and kids squealing in fun seeped through the walls. Knowing friends were just a few feet outside this room titillated Mia on a whole new level. The sudden urge to give back to Master Nolan in appreciation of all he’d done for her, and to her, sent her to her knees before him. His startled look was her last glimpse of his face before she released his cock into her hands and bent her head.
“This time you have to take what I dish out.” She closed her mouth around his cockhead and swirled her tongue over the smooth, velvet soft crown. The low, guttural moan that escaped his mouth as he gripped her braid, gave her a boost in the confidence she still lacked. The tight clasp of his other hand on her shoulder aided in steadying her as she released him to explore his rigid shaft with both hands.
“I like touching you.” Mia heard the wonder of that in her voice but couldn’t help spilling the honest revelation. Peter’s sex had never fascinated her as much as Nolan’s.
“I’m g
lad, but I’ll still punish you for trying to take the lead here,” he warned in a guttural tone that went straight to her empty, needy core.
Mia’s lips curved as she flicked her eyes up to his taut face. “You would probably do that regardless.”
Nolan yanked on her braid and thrust up toward her mouth. “Brat. Get back to what you were doing. We don’t have much time and I intend to take your ass this afternoon.”
She swallowed past her dry throat as a hunger coursed through her body from that bold statement, one she knew only he could sate. Hard and hot, his cock seared her palm, his cobalt gaze burning through her defenses. Mia could feel his blood pumping through the thick veins as she explored his thickness, her palm coated with his slippery seepage. His urgency matched the fire pulsing against her clit as she followed with her mouth and took him in deep. He didn’t give her much time to savor his taste on her tongue, scrape her teeth along the throbbing, blood-pumping veins, or enjoy the way his girth stretched her lips; only a few slurping, head-bobbing moments to torment him before yanking her head back, drawing her to her feet and propelling her over to the desk.
“I liked the way you looked lying over your desk, your ass exposed and mine to do with as I please.” He urged her down and she took up the same position, reaching across the desk to grip the other side as he flipped up her skirt and dropped her panties. Her buttocks tightened when he ran his hand over them in a fondling caress. “Trying to keep me out, sweetheart? I would think you’d learned by now how futile that is.”
“You’d think,” Mia mumbled under her breath, keeping her face buried between her stretched arms. Her nipples, pussy and anus already palpitated with warmth from the cinnamon oil, but this position heightened her awareness of her lower body, and what he meant to do with it. A jumbled mix of nerves and excitement skittered under her skin, causing butterflies to flutter in her abdomen as she held her breath and waited.
The smack on bare flesh resonated in the room and she welcomed the distracting sting and now familiar burn, blew out her breath with the next swat and sucked it back in with the blistering force of the third. Now her buttocks throbbed with heat along with her other tidbits. She gasped as he drove her onto her toes, working three fingers into her sopping sheath, taking his time pumping inside her with teasing glides over her aching clit. When he pulled out and trailed up her crack to spear into her tight anus with cream-coated fingers, reality faded, and the invasion of a raw sexual hunger took command of her senses.
“You’ll be tight, but you can take me now.” Nolan paused to withdraw slowly from her ass and apply a liberal dose of cool lube, his ministrations loosening her rectum muscles even more. “Deep breath, Mia,” he warned as she heard him sheath his cock and then felt the slick head of his penis pushing against her rear entrance.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she inhaled and tried not to tense, wanting this, but fearing the unknown. His deep voice aided in relaxing her as he worked his way past her tight resistance.
“Slow and easy. You’re safe with me, sweetheart. Always.” She burned from the gentle stretch, but every raw nerve came alive with scintillating pleasure with each deep press. “There, halfway is all I’ll go. Breathe,” he coaxed. “I don’t want you passing out unless it’s from climaxing.”
Mia would’ve laughed but Nolan began jabbing in and out of her butt with short thrusts, the hand not clamped on her hip finding its way to her pussy, his fingers to her clit. She trembled from the dichotomy of riotous sensations he whipped up with this taboo act. Flames engulfed her entire crotch, front to back as he continued to plunder both orifices until she exploded into mindless ecstasy. She felt the jerk of his own release, but he never let up from milking her clit and plundering her rectum until they both lay spent and gasping.
* * *
Nolan rested on top of Mia, struggling to catch his breath and clear his head. His thighs pressed against her warm buttocks and his still spewing cock lay snuggled inside the tight confines of her hot ass. Fuck, but that felt good. Her brave and generous trust in him to take care of her during that new and likely frightening experience left him humbled. She hadn’t questioned or balked as he’d half expected even though he’d been preparing her for anal sex almost from their first night together. He doubted she realized the significance of that, but he did. Because he did, the urgency to end his part in the drug investigation just became even more paramount.
Whether or not she was ready to admit it aloud, this was not just an affair. It was more than he’d planned on, definitely more than she’d bargained for, but he wouldn’t let that stop him from forging ahead.
“That’s my girl,” Nolan praised her when they strolled over to the food tables and she kept her head high and a smile on her face despite a few questioning glances. “Let them wonder where we’ve been. I bet most are speculating with envy.”
Mia shook her head at him. “You’ve lived in D.C. too long. Small town gossip can harm my business.”
“Doubtful, yet you believe that and are still with me. Think about that, sweetheart. There’s Bob and Dee.” Nolan could tell by the look on her face his comment had struck a chord. She needed to give serious thought to them as a couple because he intended to forge ahead in cementing their relationship.
* * *
Nolan was right, Mia mused as she returned Dee’s knowing smirk when they met up in the food court. Somewhere along the way, she had ceased worrying about her business reputation, choosing instead to get as much out of the time he allotted her as possible.
“I want every detail,” Dee demanded in her ear as Mia picked up a paper plate and plastic utensils.
“Later, you nut,” she whispered back, praying no one else had heard. Mia glanced down the table and spotted Trish filling her plate along with a good-looking man she didn’t recognize. Her young assistant winked just as Nolan looked her way.
The grin splitting his sun-bronzed face was easy to see even though he’d donned his hat again when they’d left the precinct. “I do believe Trish approves,” he stated aloud.
Mia kicked his shin and gave him a mock glare even though a small grin hovered on her lips. “She just likes teasing me. Get moving, I’m hungry.”
For the first time since her split from Peter, Mia enjoyed an afternoon with the people she’d known most of her life. She even managed not to stumble or back away whenever Peter and Tami walked by or were conversing with someone she’d just enjoyed talking to. It had been easy to avoid them, but when seventy-something Mrs. Zimmerman, the high school’s retired math teacher, leaned on her cane and said, “You go, girl,” with a sly glance toward Nolan, it was the final boost to Mia’s confidence that prepared her to meet Peter’s criticism head on when it came.
A group of men hailed Nolan to join a rope pulling contest and Mia had just waved him off and started toward the spectators when Peter stepped into her path, waylaying her without Tami by his side. Grabbing her arm, he surprised her when he pulled her aside and hissed, “You’re making a spectacle of yourself!”
His hypocritical chastisement burst the final dam on holding her emotions in check, and she erupted into laughing until tears rolled down her face. “May…be Tami has… been good for you. You… you never used to… have a sense of… humor!”
“Mia, damn it, this is not funny.” He cast a look around, as always, maintaining propriety in public as his main concern.
“Yes, it is.” Mia sobered, eyed her ex with wonder over what she ever saw in him, and shook her head. “Fuck off, Peter. What I do is no longer your business. Tami is welcome to you.”
She walked away from his astonished look without glancing back, feeling lighter than she had in ages. When she reached Dee, who stood watching with several others as five men lined up at each end of a long thick rope began pulling each other over a man-made mud pit, her heart stuttered when Nolan glanced up and nodded. The look on his face told her he’d been watching her speak with Peter and approved of how she’d handled herself without even know
ing what she’d said.
Damn, she really, really liked that man.
Chapter 11
The enjoyable weekend came to a crashing halt the next day. Five minutes before opening, Mia’s phone pealed, displaying Drew’s number. Since none of them were here, ready to work, she didn’t bother to disguise her irritation or impatience when she answered.
“You better have a damn good excuse.”
“I do. It’s Barry. He’s… he’s in the hospital. They think it’s an overdose.” Drew’s young voice broke, turning soft and scared. “Shit, shit, shit.”
Dumbfounded, Mia lowered herself to the chair behind the counter in the shop, rubbing her brow as quick tears pricked her eyes. Despite her complaints about Barry, her heart ached hearing about his condition. How had she missed his drug use? The question nagged at her as she got the details from Drew, excused both him and Donny from work and jotted down the hospital in Albuquerque where she planned to visit him this evening.
Trish came in as she hung up, took one look at her face and asked, “What’s up?”
After Mia relayed what she knew, Trish also appeared surprised to hear Barry was using. “I never saw a sign. If he’d ever showed up here high, I know one of us would have noticed.”
“That’s what I think, too.” Mia rose, sadness and a sense of urgency prodding her to call her sons. She needed to hear their voices and ensure they were okay. “Go ahead and open. If you can manage in here alone today, I’ll take care of outside. I’d planned to make up for closing yesterday by tending to Birmingham’s landscaping job, but that’ll have to wait.”
“He’ll understand. I’ve always thought him a nice guy.”
“Thank goodness. Today is not the day to have to deal with a contrary customer.”