by K. R. Haynes
Hearing his command to rise, Mary J slowly rose to her feet and kept her eyes lowered, knowing if she glanced up at him, Mick would see the love she held for him in her eyes. She wasn’t ready for him to see that or know about how much she cared for him. He may have an inkling of what she felt for him. That didn’t mean she had to announce it to him. She needed to wait, and when the time felt right then she would tell him that she was in love with him.
“I want you on the bed and on your hands and knees, Mary J. Your ass will be facing me and your knees damn well better be spread wide too or you will be reprimanded if they ain’t.”
Mary J hurried to do his bidding, knowing from the tone of his voice he wouldn’t accept any brattiness from her. Once she was in position, she felt Mick behind her before he actually touched her. His large hands circled her hips and pulled her towards him until her feet dangled off the edge of the bed. Her face reddened at the feel of more moisture leaking from her core, as it ran down the inside of both her thighs. She knew Mick could see it because his fingers tightened on her hips, before they loosened and fell away leaving her bereft of his touch on her heated flesh.
Then his devious hands parted her ass cheeks wide open and her taut rosette puckered even more at the feel of his warm breath drifting over it. A shudder coursed through when he dribbled lube right on to her puckered opening. He released one of her ass cheeks so his finger could work the lube into her anus. Mary J couldn’t control the shiver that raced up her spine or the moan that fell from her lips. His touch seemed too wicked yet not nearly enough. She wanted more. So she pushed her butt back on his finger, and hissed out when it breached the tight ring of muscles.
“Careful, sugar, I want you to find pleasure in what I do back here, not pain.”
His warning was a timely reminder to her that she was being taken in an untried area. It also focused her thoughts on him and the way his fingers were stretching her back channel readying her for his possession.
Her clit was burning and her nipples were aching so badly for his touch she found herself begging him to give her something, anything to take away the delicious throbbing building up within her body. “Please, Mick, I need more. I ache so badly it hurts, please.”
“Shh, little one, I’ll give you what you need soon, once I have finished stretching this fine ass of yours.”
With that said she felt him slip a third finger into her butt and screeched when he began to scissor those same three fingers within her. “Oh god, Mick, please!” She knew she was pleading to him but she was burning up alive for him and she needed him to take her right this fucking minute. Her pussy was clenching with the need for release. Her breasts felt heavy and swollen as the swayed beneath her.
She could hardly believe it that somehow he managed to catch her off guard with his cock and began to penetrate her anus with it. She sucked in a shuddering breath as he pushed further into her back channel. Oh god, she felt full and stretched beyond belief. The delicious burn his entry caused fired up her aroused state and had her clit pulsing. She needed relief and she needed it now!
“Please, Mick, it’s too much.”
Her begging worked and she moaned as his fingers pinched and tugged at her hardened nipples before delving between her legs to give her clit the same treatment her nipples had just received. The orgasm that had been rising within her for what felt like forever forged forward. Its strength astounded her as it beared down on her. Mick must have sensed that she was on the verge of coming, and when he spoke his command for her to come, she did. Her pussy pulsed and wept with her juices while his name fell from her lips on an agonised cry of ecstasy. “Mick!”
“That’s it, little one, give me your cum, sugar.”
His cock ploughed into her ass harder and faster than before and Mary J knew he was close to going over himself. Just knowing he was about to erupt his semen into her had her on her verge of an even greater climax as soon as the first one subsided. She clenched her rear muscles around his propelling shaft and screamed his name when he ordered her to come again.
“Oh, god…Mick, I’m coming!”
“Squeeze me harder, sugar. Shit, just like that. Fuck, Mary J, I’m coming too,” he grunted at her as his dick began to pulse within her ass.
Several breath-stealing moments later, Mary J collapsed onto the bed utterly exhausted and completely satiated. She had a satisfied smile on her face when she turned to gaze up at Mick. His hand rubbed up and down her thigh before he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her ever so sweetly. She melted under his tender manipulation of her mouth and parted her lips so he could invade her mouth with his tongue like he had invaded her untried back entrance with his cock.
His lips lifted away from hers after he lightly nipped at her lower lip with his teeth. She could see that he was breathing heavily just like she was. When he went to gather her up into his arms she knew he wanted to bathe her and she wasn’t ready to lose the scent of their lovemaking just yet and instead tugged him down onto the bed. Together they lay there sprawled over the bed in each other’s arms, naked, sweaty, and totally satiated. She kissed her way down his jaw to his lips and sucked and nibbled at them before releasing them on a contented sigh.
Right then everything in her world seemed right and before she could stop herself, Mary J whispered the three words she had been dying to say to him, against his neck.
“I love you.”
She didn’t hear his reply and didn’t see the look of devotion glittering in his eyes after she uttered the truth to him. With her head resting in the crook of his neck and his arms wrapped tightly around her, she fell asleep as soon as the words fell from her lips.
Chapter Twenty-Two
It had been one hell of a week. Mick had barely seen much of Mary J since she whispered her words of love against his neck. He wished that he had spent more time with her over the past week so he could show her just how much he loved her too. But the Bomb Squad’s team leader had interfered with Mick’s plans by calling him into the station the following morning after Mary J had confessed her love to him. Apparently, according to his team leader, the team needed an impromptu training session. What Mick hadn’t expected was for it to end up being a weeklong arse-kicking one. So while the team was pushed through their paces, Mick and Randall sent both their women to stay at Jake’s fortress, knowing that they would be safe there with Jake at the helm.
Every evening once the sun had gone down and the day’s training session had been completed, Mick would go around and pick Mary J up, take her home, and then promptly fall into bed utterly exhausted. For seven days he busted his arse so he could pass each drill set by his team leader with flying colours. So when Mary J offered to massage his aching muscles at the ending of each night, Mick didn’t bother in hesitating and hastily stripped out of his clothing so she could work her magic on him.
It was damn near close to heaven having her little hands manipulating his taut and aching muscles. And in those moments when her fingers were plying into the stiffness of his overworked body, Mick didn’t have any regrets at falling into a D/s relationship with her. Sure, he had hesitated at the beginning when things seemed to change for the better between them, after he had made out with her briefly in that hospital chapel. And yes, he was guilty of thinking back then too that he was way too old for her. Now though, he could honestly admit that he had been wrong to draw those conclusions. Age didn’t matter to him anymore. He loved Mary J too much to get caught up on the age factor thing again.
Now that all the training sessions had been completed, his next mission now was to reacquaint himself with the lusciousness that was Mary J’s body. After a week of not sinking himself deep inside her hot, silky cunt, he was literally burning up with a need to fill her up with his engorged cock once again. He hated to admit that he was a desperate man in need of feeling his woman’s velvet heat wrapped securely around his dick. He wanted and needed to see her shatter for him as he took her to that place where only orgasmic highs could
be reached. In his arms he could take her there. So it was a sad day indeed when he had to fist his own cock to completion in the men’s locker room showers, because he couldn’t get his dick anywhere near his woman’s pussy.
That was over with now. The kick-ass training week had finished and Mick was pleased to report that not only had he passed with flying colours, so did everyone else on his team including Randall. After a quick shower to scrub the dirt and filth from his body, Mick threw on some clean clothes he had brought with him then packed the rest of his shit up and headed out to his truck. His destination tonight was the Convict Inn.
He whistled to himself as he jumped into his truck and threw it into reverse before backing it out and merging onto the highway moments later. When he hit the first lot of red lights, he unclipped his mobile phone free from his belt and fired off a short text to Mary J to let her know he would be there in ten minutes to pick her up and that she needed to wait for him inside the pub near the front entrance.
When the lights switched to green he shifted the gears into first and accelerated down the highway. A string of curses left his lips when a dark SUV nearly sideswiped his truck as it sped pass him. Damn fucking tourists. Refusing to let that little incident get the best of him and take away his jubilant mood, Mick flipped on the radio and cursed again at hearing some pop shit station ringing loudly in the hub of his cab. Mary J Sinclair had been messing around with his radio again. Even though he had warned her that his truck was no place for her fiddling little fingers, she still persisted in messing around with his radio. Well, he would deal with that mistake of hers as soon as he got her naked and underneath him. His punishment for her tonight would be withholding her orgasms. She would not come at all tonight, well not until he caved in a little and allowed her one maybe towards the end of him feasting himself on her and fucking her gorgeous body.
Taking the next left when it came up, before hanging right at the side road that connected to the street the main entrance to the Convict Inn was situated on, Mick felt his phone vibrate as soon as he made the turn and pulled his truck over to the side of the road to read the text message sent to him. It was from Mary J, advising him she was waiting outside the pub and wanted to know how much longer he was going to be. What in the hell was she doing outside when he had explicitly told her to wait for him inside the pub where it was safe? Christ only knows where her bastard of an ex was these days. With any luck the son of a bitch was in a ditch bleeding to death.
Sending a short reply back to her, Mick advised her that he was about two minutes away and for her to get her ass back inside the damn pub and wait for him there, his blood pressure soon rose when he read her answering text seconds later. A very short “no” was her reply. Goddamn, the stubbornness in that woman would be the death of him for sure.
Pulling back out on to the street, Mick accelerated as fast as the narrow street would allow him to go. Just as he turned on the street that would lead him to the Convict Inn, a sense of foreboding crashed over him. The sense of it urged him to put his foot down on the accelerator and get to the pub as fast as he can. Mary J was in trouble and she needed him.
When he signalled to turn into the pub’s car park entrance, Mick felt like he was watching his whole future life flash past him. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. He watched stunned and holding his breath as he pulled his truck up abruptly. Mary J glanced in his direction and gave him a short wave before stepping out on the asphalt of the pub’s parking lot. Then before he could warn her to move out of the fucking way, the dark SUV that had nearly sideswiped him minutes ago on the highway was bearing down on her and she was none the wiser of it. Mick knew instantly what was going to happen and he was powerless to stop it. He tooted his horn in an effort to get her to move out of the goddamn way but she just frowned in his direction and braced her hands on her hips.
And then it happened.
Mick didn’t hesitate in that moment and reached over for the gun he kept in the glove box and jumped out of his truck and fired at the SUV’s rear tyres as it made its getaway. He couldn’t think straight as he raced over to where Mary J lay motionless on the asphalt of the parking lot. Blood was already weeping out from the cuts to her body, but it was the lack of movement of her chest that scared him shitless and brought him instantly into action. He fell to his knees near her and linked his fingers together and started doing chest compressions.
His voice shook as it rose higher and higher, but he had to order her not to die on him. He couldn’t allow her give up on him without knowing how much he goddamned loved her. “You can’t die on me, Mary J, not now it’s too soon. I need you in my life for a lot longer than this. Stay with me, sugar, please. Do you fucking hear me? You will not die on me, goddamn it. I can’t allow you to die on me!”
He was practically yelling his demand at her with every chest compression he gave her. He was resolute in that fact that she had to obey him this one time. Her life counted on her obedience. Mick leant over briefly to check for a pulse before giving her mouth-to-mouth, forcing her to take his breath into her lungs.
“Goddamn it, sugar, you cannot fucking leave me, not now, not ever. Breathe goddamn it, breathe, your master is giving you a command, one you must obey right fucking now.” He pressed down on her chest again and breathed out harshly, “Please, for the love of god, breathe for me, sugar, please.”
Mick’s head spun to the right when he heard gunfire and was shocked to see Christian racing towards him with a gun in one hand while the other held a phone to his ear as he barked orders for an ambulance. When he was standing in front of him, Christian dropped to his knees, and Mick couldn’t help but see the concern for Mary J in the bartender’s eyes as they swept over her body.
He didn’t let up on his resuscitation efforts on her. He had to keep her alive until the paramedics could get here. Hearing the sirens bellowing in the background was music to his ears. Just a few more minutes and they would be here. Leaning forward once again to force oxygen into her lungs, Mick sat back up wearily and began to start the chest compressions again only for Christian to push his hands away so he could do them for him. Picking up her hand, Mick cradled it close to his chest and watched Christian work on her.
His chest felt heavy and his heart felt broken at the thought that this could be his final moments with the woman who owned him so completely. He bent forward and pressed his lips to hers, and was shocked to discover how cold they felt beneath his. A lone tear slipped free from his eye when he whispered hoarsely against her lips, that she wasn’t allowed to leave him alone and brokenhearted. That she had to live. He gave her an order that she must obey and that order was to survive. When he straightened back up, Mick was momentarily stunned to find the paramedics rushing over to them. They ordered him to step back away from her to give them room. He wished he could refuse them, but he knew he had to give them all the space they needed to keep her alive.
His eyes felt lost as they surveyed the scene around him. The SUV that had run her over was lying in a ditch with the driver’s side door wide open and the body of the driver lying motionless beside it. He couldn’t really fathom how the driver of the SUV ended up dead. He knew he hadn’t pulled the trigger for the kill shot. His gun had only fired at the rear tyres to disable the fucking car. Mick turned to Christian then and remembered the gun he had seen in the barman’s hands. Where was the gun now though? His gaze fell back down to Mary J and he felt a tiny sense of relief wash over him at the sound of her whispered soft grumble of discomfort. The sight of her blood dampening her inner thighs worried him greatly. Where the hell was she bleeding from to warrant so much goddamn blood?
Mick heard one of the paramedics state to him that they were going to rush Mary J over to the Royal Hospital and no, he couldn’t catch a ride over with them. Apparently they needed all the room they had to work on her and didn’t want any inference from fellow citizens. He was far from just a fucking citizen. He was her goddamn heart and soul. But he refused to argu
e that point with them as the ambulance doors were closed, shutting off his view of Mary J.
As the ambulance sped out of the car park with lights flashing wildly and sirens screeching into the still night air, Mick turned his attention back to Christian. Now that they were alone for a minute until the cavalry arrived, he wanted to have a quiet word with the barman before heading over to the hospital to be with Mary J.
“Do you mind explaining to me who the hell you are, Christian?” Mick then raised his arm and pointed in the direction to where the driver of the SUV lay dead. “And while you’re at it you can tell me how the hell the driver ended up dead.”
“Before you go ripping into me, there is a good explanation for all this.”
“Good, because I’m all fucking ears to hear this and a word of warning to you, Christian, if I hear one fucking lie I will happily shove your balls down your throat.”
“Thanks for the heads up. The shortened version is I’m working undercover for the Australian Federal Police. I’m one of their agents, Mick. I was assigned to Mary J as soon as it was reported that she had been admitted to hospital two years ago when her then boyfriend assaulted her.”
“What!”
“If you think that Kingston Bomb Squad was the only government agency hunting Myke Dillon down, then you’re fooling yourself, Mick. The AFP has been tracking his movements for the past three years. We were close to taking him down two years back, and then the asshole lost his temper and let loose on Mary J. When she skipped town, I was assigned to follow her but with strict orders to keep my distance until such time as she settled down in once place. The thought was that as soon as Myke Dillon had been released from jail after being convicted of assaulting her that he would come after her. And he did. What the AFP hadn’t expected was for you yahoos at the Kingston station to be hunting Dillon’s arse down too. So the AFP stepped in and had a quiet word to your captain to try to quash your efforts in catching him.”