Something About a Lawman

by Em Petrova

  “Like what?” He already knew. The misconceptions around BDSM were widespread and rampant. People believed it was about pain when really it was about trust.

  She lifted a shoulder in an adorable shrug. “Just that the… spankings… are sometimes painful.”

  “Depends on who’s doing it. If done right, you’ll feel the sting but be so consumed by the passion and need that you won’t give it a thought.”

  “And you’re… good at it?”

  “Been told I am. Amaryllis, there’s something we both get in the deal, and that’s pleasure. If you’re not feeling that, then we stop. Period.” She wouldn’t want that, though. By asking questions, she was already receptive, and he’d seen the rapture on her face while obeying his commands.

  “I’ve heard there’s a safe word.” She threw him a look, eyes feverish, cheeks pink.

  God, he wanted to strip her clothes off here and now and find that rope.

  He managed to grip the wheel and nod. “Yes, you choose the word. One that means something to you but that you wouldn’t just use in a conversation.”

  “I-I read that a lot of people use the word Oklahoma.”

  He blinked. “Oklahoma?”

  “Yeah, it’s on the top fifteen list of safe words in the US.”

  “You researched this?”

  “Yes.”

  “When?” He was amused, aroused and ready to rumble.

  “I looked it up on my phone while I was waiting for information from those constables in Laramie.”

  He hit the brakes and stopped in the middle of the road. Not much traffic out this way, and they weren’t causing a hazard. But Amaryllis’s admission was sure wreaking havoc with his libido.

  “Let me get this straight. While you were working a case, you were thinking of me?” He pitched his voice low, holding her gaze. “Thinking of me taking you into my bedroom and knotting my rope around you and spanking your ass?”

  Another shiver ripped through her. “Yes.”

  Damn, he loved how she didn’t look away when she answered him. How she was bold in the face of something new. He didn’t think there was a single thing on earth she’d back down from.

  He reached across the console and wrapped his fingers lightly around her wrist. Her eyelids fluttered as she realized he was simulating a restraint. Her breasts heaved as her breathing came faster.

  “And you’ve decided Oklahoma’s your safe word?”

  She nodded. “Seems better than some of the other suggestions. Not so basic.”

  His cock head felt so engorged it would burst. “And what were some of those?”

  “Red, stop, banana, pineapple.”

  He chuckled. “Oklahoma definitely suits you better, doll.” He unbuckled his seat belt. Then he leaned across the console, tightening his hold on her wrist as he cupped her jaw and kissed her.

  The soft melding of mouths quickly turned into a heated, tongue-questing kiss. Long passes of his tongue through her mouth raised groans from each of them. When he ran his hand over her breast, finding the center as hard as a gumdrop, he bit back a roar.

  Hell yeah, this woman wanted him, all of him. The dirty kinky side of him. She hadn’t even run when he’d told her about his mess with the military.

  He drew back enough to look into her eyes. Her long lashes dipped over her smoldering gaze.

  “I want you so fucking bad, Amaryllis.” His voice sounded raw, roughened by blazing need.

  “I want you too. Is it terrible I want to skip the slaughterhouse and go straight to your place?”

  He dropped his forehead to hers with a grunt. Breathing hard, he said, “Let’s get this over with so we can play.”

  She pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, a tender caress that did things to his heart as well as his body. When he didn’t move, she whispered, “Aiden.”

  He needed to stop touching her, get back to driving. They’d been sitting in the middle of the road for long minutes. Luckily, the few cars that traveled this way on a regular basis wouldn’t be by until evening.

  “Aiden, let’s get on the road, get it over with like you said.”

  Unable to move for the ache in his groin and the bigger one swelling around his heart, he continued to cup her face.

  Suddenly, she started to belt out, “Ooooooklahoma! Where the wind comes—”

  He stamped her mouth hard with his kiss, silencing her. They laughed through the moment and he faced forward and gripped the wheel again.

  “At least we know my safe word works.” She sounded smug and excited at the same time.

  He adjusted his swollen cock but no amount of nudging would ease the throb there. He sent her a look. “That’ll be the first and last time you use that word, doll. Because I have no intention of giving you anything but the pleasure you need and deserve. You won’t want me to stop.”

  She bit down on her lower lip and nodded to the window. “Drive, Roshannon.”

  A grin stretched over his face so wide it made his cheeks hurt. At first, he’d believed himself saddled with a pain in the ass for a partner. Now he couldn’t imagine working a case without her.

  * * * * *

  Aiden’s home was set back from the road, a small cabin-like structure with absolutely no cheer or hominess. Amaryllis hadn’t been expecting something off the pages of a décor magazine, but the man was so full of life that she couldn’t connect him with this space. His cubicle back in the sheriff’s office seemed to reflect him more, and it was bleak to say the least.

  She couldn’t lie to herself and say she wasn’t nervous. The prospect of giving up her control completely to Aiden was nerve-wracking. And hot as hell. All day long she’d been thinking of what was to come, and she was in a constant state of arousal, her panties damp.

  “Do you have a dog?” she asked.

  “With all the long hours I keep, how would I have time for one?”

  “I guess I wasn’t thinking about that. You seem like a guy who’d like a companion.”

  “Maybe someday,” he said noncommittally.

  “I don’t have any pets either. I had a fish a few years back, but I went off on a case and forgot to get someone in to feed it or leave one of those vacation feeders. When I came back, it was belly up.”

  Across the cab, he sent her a long look, the corner of his lips tipped up. “You still beat yourself up over that, don’t you, Amaryllis?”

  Being thrown together like they were gave them a crash-course in getting to know each other. He seemed to understand things about her that most people didn’t. Only her brother, JD knew how bad she’d felt about that fish.

  Poor Mr. Guppy.

  Aiden stopped the truck in front of the house and cut the engine. A monumental silence took hold of them. He dipped his head, hat concealing his eyes. “If you want to back out, say the word and I’ll take you home.”

  “I don’t,” she said at once. Her words raspy.

  He shot her a smoldering look and then got out of the truck. She sat there a moment, taking in what she was about to do. Putting herself in his hands was a huge deal to her—she was always in control.

  We’ve had hot, kinky sex before.

  Not like this will be.

  He opened her door. She turned to him and slid out into his waiting arms.

  He scooped her against his chest with a growl of need. The fireworks shooting off before they’d taken a single step toward the front door. He swayed her to his body, molding her to fit him. And her body answered with a resounding hell yeah.

  She went on tiptoe, pulling at his head to draw him down to her. He slammed his mouth across hers with a bruising need, and she parted her lips. Hot, slippery sweeps of his tongue ignited her, and she couldn’t get close enough.

  Lifting her, he nudged the truck door shut and turned for the house. Kissing her all the way across the yard to the small front porch. When he raised his head, she was gasping.

  He gave her a quirk of a smile and let her slide down his body until her boot
s touched the floorboards. While he unlocked the front door—three locks, she noted—she tried to still the pounding of her heart, to no avail. It thundered in her chest like a herd of bulls breaking free.

  For a woman who lived by the code of being in control, the idea of submitting was far too exciting.

  He pushed open the door and waved for her to enter first. She stepped into the space, registering very few furnishings. “It looks like you just moved in.”

  “Place was furnished when I moved in. Guess I haven’t done much to the place since then.” He raised a shoulder and let it fall. “I pay the rent check, keep the power turned on and sleep here most nights. That’s all.”

  She looked up into his eyes. Aiden Roshannon was a hard man, but she hadn’t thought of him being someone who didn’t live outside of work. When he spoke of his childhood home Eagle Crest, his eyes lit up.

  Curling his fingers into her long hair, he gazed deep into her eyes. “It’ll take me a minute to get things ready for us. Do you want to watch some TV?”

  She blinked. How could she ever sit still while he rigged up his bedroom with whatever he would use to dominate her? She shook her head. “Could I… watch you?”

  He gave a small nod. Then he reached out and twisted the three locks on the door, closing them in. “C’mon.”

  The thumps of his boots on the wooden floors sent chills up her back as she followed him into what might have been used as a dining room but was Aiden’s storage space and depository. Everything from boxes to a coffee table with a broken leg sat there.

  He threw her an apologetic look. “This is all stuff I need to get around to putting away. I admit, I’m not a great housekeeper.”

  Somehow, his words endeared him to her a little more. Everything about his life screamed that he was lonely, though a stubborn man like him would never admit to it.

  “Maybe I’ll come by and help you sometime.”

  He searched her face as if seeking a lie but then nodded. “That’d be nice. I could grill ya a nice thick steak.” He straightened, pulling a length of rope from a box he’d been digging through. “And then fuck you until you don’t know your own name.”

  * * * * *

  Amaryllis’s breath whooshed from her, and she planted a hand on the wall as if to hold herself up. He wasn’t in much better shape—jittery as a cat in a cowboy dance hall, his body tense with arousal and worry about what was to come.

  If things went bad between them, working conditions would be unbearable. If he scared her or hurt her, he’d never forgive himself.

  There was still time for him to back off, to just have normal vanilla sex, maybe push her with a few commands. But deep down, he knew that would never be enough when it came to Amaryllis. The need to claim her was too strong. His mind too fogged with it.

  Besides the rope, he grabbed a small black box that was locked with a padlock. He tucked it under his arm and tilted his head toward the hall leading to his room. “Ladies first.”

  She made a faint noise and started toward his room. Her strawberry blonde hair swaying on her back, her round ass inviting more lustful thoughts than ever. His dick throbbed.

  After they entered his room, Amaryllis turned to him, her expression guarded.

  “This is a little out of my territory,” he said quietly, setting down the rope and box. “I’ve never started with a woman standing here watching me.”

  “Do you want me to go?”

  “It’s not that. I just worry I’ll scare you off.”

  She glanced down at her hands and then back up at his face. “I’d like to see, if that’s okay.”

  She’d take what control she could get. He understood that.

  With her looking so worried, nibbling her bottom lip, he couldn’t ignore her and start stringing ropes from his bedposts.

  He reached for her. Drawing her close, wrapping his arms around her curvy body and breathing in her sweet scents. “I feel something different with you, Amaryllis.”

  “Me too,” she breathed against his shoulder.

  He cupped the back of her head and held her. “Let’s explore it then. If you trust me.”

  She drew back enough to meet his gaze. “I do.”

  “Good.” He stepped away and grabbed the rope. Though he hadn’t done this in a long time, creating the wrist and ankle restraints was like second nature. Four loops of rope that could be tightened around her limbs hung from the four corners of his bed. Then he was left with one long length of rope coiled on the bedcovers.

  The hemp called to him, begged for his fingers to work the knots that would secure Amaryllis’s beautiful body for him. His cock was so stiff, and if he didn’t release it from his jeans soon, he’d be in more pain.

  But he had to take this slow. So fucking slow, turn her on so fucking much that she was dripping wet and begging him.

  “Take off your clothes.”

  A breath escaped her parted lips. She only hesitated a second before bending over and removing her boots. As each piece of clothing created a pile on the floor, he watched. All the while, the locked black box seemed to scream for him to open it, to find his whip, light flogger, paddle.

  Having those grips in his hands again…

  And with this woman…

  He swallowed hard, feeling his Adam’s apple bulge against his throat.

  When she peeled off her jeans, revealing silky black panties, he couldn’t bite back his groan. Her gaze snapped to his.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he murmured.

  That flush he was beginning to live for climbed her breasts and throat to settle in her cheeks. She sent him coy glances as she removed her bra. Her breasts bounced free, ripe, the tips already distended in invitation for his tongue.

  “Cup them together. Hold them up for me.”

  A shudder ran through her as she curled her fingers around the bottoms of each breast, pushing them up and together. He stepped up to her and tossed his hat aside. Dipping his head, he snaked his tongue around one areola and then the other. Lapping each until it swelled more for him. Then swirling his tongue around and around. When small noises started escaping her lips, he sent her a piercing look.

  And clamped her nipples between his fingers. Hard enough to sting, to let her feel the bite of what he could give her, the juxtaposition of pleasure and pain. How the pain mixed itself up and heightened the need.

  She cried out.

  “Don’t look away from me.”

  She centered on him again as he applied pressure to her sensitive nipples.

  “If I get some clamps for you, will you wear them?”

  She bit into her lower lip again as if to trap another cry and nodded.

  With a rumble of pleasure, he released her nipples. Then he leaned in to bathe them with his tongue again. She made a strangled noise and cupped his head to her.

  Fuck, she was reacting the way he wanted, needed, craved. After sucking each for long minutes, he reached around her and clamped a hand on her ass cheek. Hard enough to draw another cry from her.

  “On the bed, face down. Arms up and legs spread.”

  “Oh God, Aiden.” Her voice shivered.

  He looked deep into her eyes. “I’ll take care of you. Give you everything you need. Trust me.”

  “I do,” she whispered.

  He nodded and gave her a little nudge toward the bed. She climbed onto it, giving him a perfect view of her backside. Tiny panties cut upward on her cheeks, revealing the curves and highlighting the space between her thighs. He bit his inner cheek to hold back the growl of want bulging at his throat.

  She stretched her hands toward the bedposts and spread her thighs.

  “Farther.”

  She obeyed.

  “Fuck.” Her panties rode up more, and the lips of her pussy against the fabric made him want to pull out his cock and pound her hard and fast until she was screaming for him.

  He gripped his cock and squeezed. Counted to ten. When he had more control, he stepped to the front of
the bed and looped her wrists in the ropes. He slid the knots until she was secure and tested that they weren’t too tight.

  “If your hands go numb or tingle at any point, tell me and I’ll stop.”

  She nodded, her eyes hazy with a passion that only fueled his fires.

  He moved around to her feet and repeated his movements. When she was stretched across his bed, he took one look at her ass and could barely see straight. He went for the black box.

  The combination wasn’t hard to remember—his birthday. When he opened the lid and saw the paddle nestled in the black velvet alongside the coiled whip, some of the tension went out of him.

  This was right.

  This was him and Amaryllis. Together they’d explore and draw closer. Deep down, he knew once he had what he wanted from her that he’d never give her up.

  That should scare the hell out of a man like him—ex-Marine, war-hardened with a career in the law. Hell, he didn’t keep a dog around because he couldn’t invest the time in one. But Amaryllis was different.

  He removed his shirt and let it drop to the floor. The clink of his belt buckle had Amaryllis turning her head to see. Good—she was growing aware of sounds, letting them heighten her desire.

  She moved restlessly against the mattress as he unzipped his jeans slow inch by slow inch.

  “No rubbing your pussy on the bed. That’s mine.”

  She stilled but her breaths came out harsher.

  With his clothes off, his cock stood straight up on his abs, purple and ready. He reached into the box and pulled out a cock ring. The small nubby fingers encircling his dick felt like fucking heaven and hell in one little circlet.

  “Flex your hands for me.”

  She did, showing him that she had good feeling.

  “Feet too.”

  She wiggled her ankles and toes.

  “Good girl.” He took the paddle from the velvet and closed the lid.

  Her back bowed at attention.

  “I’m going to spank your ass, Amaryllis. I’m going to show you that I’m in charge and you will take every smack with a thank-you, Master. Do you hear me?”

  She nodded.

  “Say it for me.”

  “Thank you… M-Master.”