Arresting Dominance

by Cassidy Browning

  “You can wear underwear if you’re that uncomfortable,” Allie told him, but Ginny waved a finger.

  “Jockstraps only,” she corrected. “Remember?”

  “I remember.” He shook his head, closing his eyes briefly. “I just can’t imagine anyone is going to want to see this.”

  “Oh, I think most of the people here are going to want to see it,” Allie told him, smiling. “Would you mind as your first assignment taking the coolers in the back and getting them filled and iced? I don’t want everybody traipsing through here for drinks. Then you can start circulating with hors d’oeuvre trays.”

  “This had better be worth it.” Jeremy looked at Ginny, one eyebrow raised.

  She grinned. “I think it will be. I’ll be following you around watching your asses getting pinched. Shame no cameras are allowed at these parties.”

  Jeremy exchanged a look with Liam. “That calls for retribution. I think each ass-pinching should be repaid double later.”

  “With interest.” Liam gave a sigh as he looked at his chaps.

  “Oh, I’ll be interested.” Jeremy narrowed his eyes at Ginny as they headed out of the room to change. “Remember. There will be payback.”

  “Promises, promises.” She watched them go, her mouth almost watering at the thought. It was definitely going to be a memorable evening.

  “So what are you going to do?” Allie asked her when the guys had left.

  She grinned. “I’m not sure, but I suspect it’s going to be interesting. We negotiated for a game of strip trivia.”

  “Leading to…?”

  Ginny tossed her head. “We’ll see. Depends on how they behave themselves.”

  “Or how you misbehave?”

  “Maybe.” They smiled at each other, but loud laughter from the living room caught their attention and they both swung toward it.

  Brody was standing in the middle of the living room, staring at Steph. She was still wearing her ears and body paint, and faced off with him, hands on hips and a belligerent look in her eye. They stared each other down for a minute, then Brody slowly, very slowly, got to his knees in front of her.

  “I take it he lost his hunt?” Ginny whispered to Allie, who was watching the exchange with a twitching mouth. She nodded.

  “Not to me, you idiot.” Steph pointed to the corner of the room where a woman was sitting in a recliner. She was around forty and beautiful, with curly dark hair and a long leather skirt and corset. “Kneel to her.”

  The older woman waited patiently as Brody crawled on his hands and knees to sit in front of her. She made a swirling motion and pointed a finger. After a moment Brody turned and adjusted himself so that he was on hands and knees, ready for her perfectly shined black boots to come up and rest on his back.

  “What the—” Ginny looked around to see Jeremy and Liam standing in the hallway, too, watching the scene with wide eyes. They had changed into their chaps and jockstraps, and Ginny had a moment where she regretted her demand. They looked so hot that she was sure all the women at the party would be inviting them home. She might have cheated herself out of the opportunity she’d been counting on.

  Jeremy turned to Allie with a question very clearly written across his face.

  “No, you won’t have to do that,” Allie whispered to him. “Unless that’s what you negotiated, of course. Brody lost his hunt and submitting to Alice is his penalty. He knew it going in. In fact, I think it’s what he’s been wanting for a long time, but he needed a little push.”

  “Brody,” said the beautiful woman. “You have asked to play with my slave Steph. You fought for the right today and lost, and are forfeit to me this evening as a result. You will serve as my footstool for the next hour, then you will black my skirt. If you do a good job with that, we will discuss the possibility of you scening with Steph. Is that acceptable to you?”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Brody’s muffled voice came from behind the long hair that was hanging down in front of his face.

  Alice tilted her head and regarded him thoughtfully. “I think we will need to talk about getting you a haircut if you’re going to begin a relationship with a member of my household, though. Steph, what do you think? A buzz cut?”

  Brody’s head whipped up and he stared her, openmouthed. Alice kept her face perfectly serious, but there was a twinkle in her eyes. Steph hooted with laughter as she went to kneel by the side of Alice’s chair.

  “I think it’s a great idea,” she said enthusiastically, grinning at Brody’s horrified expression. “It’ll feel so cool when I rub his head.”

  “Well, Brody?” Alice’s voice was amused but firm. She and the boy stared at each other for a minute before he dropped his head back down in resigned submission. There came the sound of a muffled “Yes, Mistress” in a glum voice from under the doomed hair.

  “They’re going to give him a buzz cut?” Jeremy whispered in horror to Allie.

  She chuckled. “You see Steph. Can you imagine her hanging out with somebody in a buzz cut? After she’s done with him he’ll look like a GQ model crossed with Brad Pitt. Alice owns the local beauty salon and Steph is her main stylist. He’ll be just fine.”

  Amid the laughter in the room, Karl had risen and was holding out a hand for quiet. When the conversations and chuckling had died down, he smiled around at the group.

  “Thank you all for coming today and making our first annual human fox hunt a success,” he said in his oddly formal way. “I hope you all had as much fun participating in the hunt as we had setting it up. Please feel free to email us with suggestions on how to improve the event for future years. From what I’ve seen and heard today I think it’s definitely a keeper.”

  There was a smattering of applause and several voices assured him that it had been a great event.

  “Now don’t forget we still have a play party tomorrow night, along with the Crafty Dom competition, suspension demo, submissive drum circle, and the closing play party over the course of the next week before the event is done,” Karl continued. “But now I’d like to announce the winners of today’s challenges. Brody seems to have been unsuccessful in his quest to corner the lovely Steph, but unless I am much mistaken I don’t think he’s considering his position to be a loss. There can be fewer more satisfying tasks than to serve such beautiful women.” He exchanged a nod with Alice, who was petting Steph with one hand and smiling in Brody’s direction. Brody himself was holding perfectly still in his position as footstool. Ginny watched him while Karl talked, wondering if it was true that Brody didn’t mind his humiliation. Surely he didn’t have to be here, allowing Alice to prop her feet on him for an hour. But there were still many things Ginny didn’t understand about the leather lifestyle, and she suspected that Karl was right, and Brody was exactly where he wanted to be.

  “Dennis, congratulations are in order for bagging Carly.” Karl nodded to Dennis, who was helping Jeremy and Liam pass around trays of food. Ginny wondered what Carly’s penalty had been for her loss. Knowing Carly, she had probably gotten him to agree to do more work on the diner for her. They had gone out on a few dates but it didn’t seem like anything serious had happened yet. Carly wouldn’t discuss her feelings for Dennis with anyone.

  “Phoenix, congratulations on your win as well,” Karl continued, smiling at the couple sitting in one corner. Phoenix bent his head in acknowledgement.

  “And a special congratulations to Wulf—or should I say to Bunny?”

  A grizzled man of about sixty stood up and bowed, then helped his wife to her feet. She was covered in a blanket which she whipped dramatically to one side with a giggle so everyone could see that her naked body was covered in paintball splotches. She did a dramatic turn and wiggled the bunny tail, which was now neon green, as was most of the rest of her ass.

  “And to our newcomers, Jeremy and Liam,” Karl said, pointing to the two, who stopped in the act of sampling the hors d’oeuvres on each other’s plates and smiled guiltily at him. He shook his head at their outfits.
“You might want to reconsider your negotiating technique for the next event, but congratulations anyway.”

  “We’re into delayed gratification,” Jeremy told him with a grin, and fixed Ginny with one raised eyebrow. “There will be payback, believe me.” Then he jumped as a woman behind him pinched his ass.

  Ginny let out a hoot of laughter, along with several other people. Jeremy raised a finger in her direction and shook it, mouthing the word “payback” again.

  * * * *

  “I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.” Ginny repeated the words like a mantra, staring at the door to Liam’s room at Clifftop. Her stomach had developed butterflies at the thought of the scene she’d agreed to do, but she couldn’t back out of it now. They had been really good sports about serving the food, even though they had technically won the hunt. She lifted a hand to knock, but then hesitated. Could she really go through with it?

  Suddenly the door swung open, revealing Jeremy standing there still in the outfit he had worn at the after-party. The sight made her wonder why she’d been nervous. She’d been drooling at his and Liam’s asses all night. But it wasn’t just their ripped physiques that had gotten attention. They’d been charming and funny and had everyone laughing at their stories. Who could have guessed the arrogant cops they had been during the hunt could be so sweet and cute when dealing with the members of the local community?

  “I thought I heard something out here. Please come on in.” He bowed deeply, sweeping his arm in a gesture of invitation. The view of his muscular back mesmerized her until he raised his eyes. Standing back upright, he frowned in apparent concern. “Is something wrong?”

  “Oh, uh, no. I’m fine. Thanks,” she murmured, ducking her head to hide her embarrassment, not to mention her interest. Stepping past him and into the room, she saw that Liam was sitting on the edge of the bed also still dressed in his chaps and jock. Calm, she told herself. Play it cool. She forced a casual smile onto her face. “If that’s what you two are wearing for the game I like my odds already.”

  “Shit, I’m sorry. We meant to get changed but got caught up in the ball game. The Condors played tonight and we were trying to catch the highlights.” Liam pointed at the television, where an arena football game was on with no sound.

  Feeling suddenly feisty, she grinned and flicked it off. “Your poor planning is not my concern. Too late to do anything about it. Shall we get started?”

  “No problem,” Jeremy said from behind her. “You can’t have on more than three pieces of clothing, right? We have two each. That sounds close enough.” He motioned to the bed. “Do you want to sit here or should I go borrow some chairs?”

  She looked around. Plopping down on the bed seemed a little suggestive. Of course, she was there to play, so it was probably a silly thing to worry about. She sat, trying not to be too obvious about how hot she was getting. “Let’s get the rules straight before we start. If I ask a question and you can’t answer it, then both of you have to take off a piece of clothing. If one of you asks a question—and only one of you gets to ask per turn—and I can’t answer it, then I take off a piece. Does that about sum things up?”

  Jeremy looked over at Liam. Something passed between them, and even though no words were spoken they nodded simultaneously, in apparent agreement. She had heard that police partners often became very close but she hadn’t believed it before now. She didn’t know what it was, but there was no doubt in her mind they had communicated somehow and agreed to something.

  Jeremy turned back to her and flashed the flirty, boyish smile that had had all the women in the community following his every movement at the party. It was funny to her because it was not particularly sexual. It just seemed to be his style. “Well, that gives us a handicap of one piece, but we take the challenge. We would like to make a suggestion. Since we’re all likely to run out of clothing fairly quickly, losses after that could allow for a five-minute activity that falls within our earlier negotiations.”

  “Agreed.” She couldn’t believe she’d just said that, and with no hesitation at all. She must have sounded like a slut. Hell, he had barely gotten the words out. She only hoped they hadn’t noticed how eager she’d been. She couldn’t help it, though. It had been so long and watching their tight asses and comedy routine all night had her so horny she couldn’t see straight.

  Liam piped up. “We remember your limit of no penetration and will honor it. Promise.”

  “I believe you.” She smiled at him, hoping it looked casual and she wasn’t drooling or anything. “Relax. If you play your cards right I might even forget that limit. I have a dress, bra, and panties and you each have your chaps and jocks. I think that’s everything that needs to be said. Let’s get started.” She was aware that her words were rushed, but she had to get it said before she chickened out.

  “As the lady commands.” Jeremy bowed.

  Looking at his partner with what she imagined was bemused tolerance, Liam turned to her. “Please take the first turn.”

  She thought for a minute and then smiled. “Oh, I have the perfect question. In the phrase ‘Mind your Ps and Qs,’ what do P and Q stand for?”

  Jeremy dropped his head and she began to think she was going to have an easy time of it. But then Liam spoke, startling her. Damn, she thought. She would really have to be on her toes for this game. It was completely different playing with two people.

  “They stand for pints and quarts. So it would be mind your pints and quarts. If I remember correctly, it came from the old English pubs. In a nutshell it meant mind your own damn business.”

  Ginny stared. “Holy shit. I can’t believe you knew that. No one ever knows that.”

  Liam laughed. “You forget, my dear, we’re cops. Who better to know pointless trivia about drinking and telling people to be good than us?”

  She felt her face scrunching into a scowl, so she forced herself to laugh a little to hide her disappointment. “Oh, right. I guess I’ll have to keep that in mind. Okay then, you don’t have to take anything off, dang it.”

  “Right, our turn then. I’ll ask the first one and just to show you that I know obscure statements, too, try this one on for size. What does it mean to give someone the whole nine yards?” Jeremy challenged confidently.

  She sat still for a minute, wracking her brain. She hadn’t heard that phrase in years and had never really even thought about what it meant. She knew she didn’t have a clue and that she was going to have to take off something when she failed to answer it correctly. Oh well, she thought. She’d wanted to get laid anyway. No point in dragging it out. Might as well make them laugh and lighten up the atmosphere. Grinning, she said, “It must be what you say right before you drop your pants in the locker room.”

  She could see that she had caught Jeremy completely off guard by the look of surprise and then embarrassment that flashed over his features. He recovered quickly, though, and she was happy to see that his smile came right back and even filled his eyes. She giggled when he said, “With flattery like that I might just have to say it was the right answer, but unfortunately my partner here wants to see you naked.”

  “Hey, leave me out of this.” Liam chuckled good-naturedly from where he was still sitting on the end of the bed.

  Jeremy spoke again. “See, he’s shy, so I have to help by asking the tough ones. It has its origins in World War I and the early fighter planes. They had machine guns that were fed by nine-yard-long belts of pre-loaded ammunition. So if someone gave you the whole nine yards, they were trying to ruin your day.”

  “Really? You’re not just making that up?”

  He put a hand over his heart, his eyes wide and innocent. “Honest and true. Now, do you get to pick what comes off or do I?”

  She couldn’t help but giggle again at the way he was raising his eyebrows in what she was sure was supposed to be a sexy and seductive way. He actually looked like someone trying to shake a caterpillar off his face, but he was cute in his efforts to be lighthearted. With
out answering, she whisked her dress up and over her head and tossed the garment into his lap, noting with gratification that he was already getting a hard-on. Taking that as a compliment, she winked at him and blew a kiss to Liam, deciding that she was going to have a night to remember. It might make her look easy in the light of day, but she couldn’t deny that she needed it, bad.

  Three rounds later she was shocked to find herself removing her panties, leaving her completely naked. The guys still had their jocks on, and had started pulling out toys to use on her once her clothes were gone. Lined up on the bed was a flogger, a length of rope and, alarmingly, a large, curved knife. She couldn’t help but look at the toys with trepidation, shivers going through her as she imagined them being used on her. Who would have thought that two average cops would be so good at this? But she had to admit these cops were actually pretty far from average. They were gorgeous, ripped, fun—and apparently smart as well. The only consolation was that now both of the men had erections they couldn’t hide—and they hadn’t even touched her yet. Their stiffened cocks were just the results of seeing her naked and whatever naughty thoughts were running rampant through their dirty little minds. She grinned and turned to face them directly, giving them the full effect of her nudity. It pleased her to see that both of them grew even harder before shifting in a futile effort to hide their reactions from her.

  “Don’t bother, boys,” she said flirtatiously. “We all know that with what little blood there is left in your big heads I definitely have the advantage now—and it’s my turn to ask a question.”

  “Of course you have the advantage, beautiful,” Liam said politely, nodding. “Nobody ever doubted that. Please ask away.”

  She scooted back on the bed a little and crossed her legs Indian-style, making sure they had a good view of her freshly shaved pussy. She was normally fairly modest, but their frank drooling was gratifying. She had to admit she was enjoying herself. “Okay. You two are the big bad BDSM Doms, so this should be an easy one. What is the name of the Marquis de Sade’s most famous novel?”