by Christy Poff
"I look forward to your training."
"So do I."
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Chapter 4
At eight, Reed and Chelsea entered The Lagoon, meeting up with the guys from B shift at Engine 11.
"It's a true pleasure, Chelsea,” Dan said when Reed introduced them. “We've been trying to..."
"Enough, Dan,” Reed lightheartedly warned, the others laughing.
"Okay, Cap,” Dan said, giving Reed a mock salute. “Larry's at the table waiting for us."
"Did he bring his wife?” Reed asked.
"No, morning sickness has her down again."
"That's a shame,” Chelsea commented. “Reed's told me about everyone and I'd hoped to meet..."
"On our shift, Larry's the only married one. The rest of us are single and proud of it. Right, Cap?"
"Wrong,” Reed said quietly. “I'm pretty sure I've found the best if she'll stay with me."
"Wow!” Dan said. “Welcome to our little group, Chelsea."
"Thanks, I think,” she said before Dan hugged her.
"You definitely fit in with us,” he whispered. “Congratulations."
The others introduced themselves and they sat down at the table with Reed and Chelsea sitting close to the window overlooking the inlet. They sat for hours telling stories, happy they had a new audience.
"Well, Cap,” Larry began. “Congratulations on your promotion."
"Hear, hear,” the others chorused.
"Congratulations, Reed, you deserve it."
"Thanks, guys,” Reed said. “I really hope we don't lose what we have."
They raised their glasses and beer bottles then drank.
"If you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I think I need to..."
Dan got out of Chelsea's way so she could leave the table, all of them including Reed watching her walk away.
"She wears that dress well,” Dan commented. He watched her a few moments longer, startled by a tap on his shoulder.
"Sorry, Reed,” he apologized, “But she's so damned beautiful in that body-hugging black dress. How come you got so lucky?"
"I wish I knew but I can't dwell on that right now. There's so much I need to learn about her."
"Does she know about Lynne?"
"Everything."
"Wow,” Dan said. “Hey, if you need..."
"No..."
Dan snickered.
"What?” Reed asked, before sipping his drink.
"You're in this one for the long haul, my friend. Go with it."
"I plan to."
"It's about damn time."
They toasted and finished their drinks in time to see Chelsea making her way back to the table. Reed's breath caught, his heart skipping a beat while grateful he could trust Dan when the memories of one of the other guys moving in on his girlfriend still remained very fresh in his mind, though Chelsea had changed a lot of that.
Their party broke up near eleven, all of them agreeing to meet at the Academy at eight thirty.
"Will we see you tomorrow, Chelsea?"
"I don't know,” she answered. “We haven't talked about it yet."
"Reed, bring her,” Dan ordered.
"We'll see,” Reed said. “She may not be able to leave the gallery."
"Chelsea, it's been a pleasure,” Dan said. “We hope you'll be there tomorrow."
"Thanks,” she said. “You've made me feel at home with you."
"Our pleasure."
They waited for the guys to leave before Reed pulled Chelsea closer.
"Thanks,” he whispered.
"For?"
"Being here with me. I've been alone for so long..."
"I had a really great time. They're nice guys."
"We've been through a helluva lot together."
"So I gathered,” she said. “Now, tell me the truth, Captain Carrington, do you want me to attend the ceremony tomorrow?"
"More than anything,” he answered quickly. “When I made lieutenant, no one came."
"Why?"
"My father had died, I don't talk to my mother and I'd just broken up with a girl. The guys were it but they had their own people there."
"How awful. You must have felt so alone."
"I did but I sucked it up and..."
She put her finger to his lips.
"As long as we're together, I will always be where you need me to be and you will never be alone."
She kissed him, their tongues dancing. His hands went to her neck, making sure she couldn't pull away. She sensed his insecurity from the touch of his hands on her neck.
"Baby, I need you."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"Good,” he said, then kissed her again.
A waiter came over to the table telling them about last call. They thanked him and got up to leave. Reed walked her out to the Chevelle. Because the club was usually busy, he'd had to park in a dark corner of the lot. When he opened the door for her, she surprised him by turning to him instead of getting in the car. She kissed him, her arms around his neck. She moved her hand to his, guiding it to the top of her strapless dress.
"Tease me,” she quietly ordered.
"Yes, Mistress,” he said, their kiss deepening as his fingertips slipped between the tight fabric and her soft skin. She easily unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it out of his pants before touching his firm chest. The side of his shirt covered her arm and what she intended to do.
"Expose me to your gaze, suck my nipple and slide your hand between my legs,” she commanded, feeling his arm encircle her. Reed obeyed her, sliding her dress down to expose her breasts to him and the chilly air coming off the water. He took her firm bud, hard from the cool breeze and suckled it.
His hand slid down her side and under the hem of her dress which he pushed up over her hips, the car secreting her naked ass. He groaned feeling the wet heat of her arousal.
"Fuck my pussy with two fingers."
Reed could only nod, Chelsea in complete control.
Pleased with his unquestioned obedience, she slid her hand under her breast allowing him easier access to her nipple while he slid his fingers inside her. He started easy until she urged him on then his natural drive overtook him.
"Harder,” she whispered, Reed obeying. She felt the need to cry out his name overcoming her and latched onto his shoulder with her mouth. She bucked from the shock waves surging through her. Her lips broke their hold on his skin, Chelsea gasping for air.
"My, God, Reed, I..."
"I know. I feel the same way."
"Take me home, Reed."
"Which one?"
"I need to get some clothes for the ceremony from my apartment then I want you to take me to your house."
"Anything,” he groaned, “anything..."
* * * *
Reed followed her into the rear of the gallery then up the back stairway into her apartment. She grabbed his hand, leading him to the third floor of the building and into her spacious bedroom.
"I told you I love high beds."
"You weren't kidding,” he said, gazing at the antique bed with footstools at the sides to help anyone getting into it.
She went to the closet and pulled out a suitcase then began filling it with clothes and other things she felt she needed. A garment bag held several suits and dresses—all black or black with lace and in various lengths.
"What..."
"If we're splitting time between here and there then I think we should keep clothes in both places. If you have an extra uniform..."
"Come here,” Reed said.
Forgetting the status of their relationship, she went to him.
"Yes?"
Reed gazed at her, her beauty overwhelming him. He gently pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist and the top of it down, exposing her sultry breasts. He massaged them, teasing each nipple.
She leaned against the post at the corner of the bed, enjoying his take-charge attitude.
"Tell me what you want, Reed."
"I want to fuck you in every place I can—your luscious mouth, magnificent pussy, between your gorgeous breasts and even your ass. I want..."
"Sounds wonderful,” she purred. “We only have time for one way so go for it,” she reminded him, slipping the dress off and letting it pool at her feet. She undid his pants, sliding his clothes off followed by his shirt. She smiled seeing his hard shaft throbbing its impatient insistence.
"God, you're beautiful."
"How would you like to...” she began to ask.
"Like this,” he said, turning her to face the bed before gently pushing her down. She automatically parted her legs, anticipating the feel of his engorged cock thrusting into her body.
With his hands on her hips, Reed thrust his cock deep within her velvet heat. She gasped but he continued. Her hands grabbed the bedspread while heat coursed through her. The feel of his hand going to her shoulder, his index finger and thumb firmly holding her neck while he kept her where he wanted her sent her into a heated frenzy. Reed's cock hammered her pussy and all she could do was ride it out.
"Reed..."
"Chelsea..."
She gasped when he filled her with everything he could. Tremors ran through both of them, their unique bond stronger.
"Reed!"
"Chelsea..."
"Please be my master,” she begged. “I need to submit to you."
"But..."
"I'll train you to be dominant. I'll do anything but I want you to..."
"Yes, anything,” he answered quickly.
"Tell me what to do,” she begged.
"Don't ever leave me."
"I swear I won't."
"Good,” he said, thrusting his swollen cock into her pussy again. She pressed her ass back to his body, her wet pussy kissing his balls. Her body trembled, shimmering from the beads of sweat appearing. Reed pulled her close, squeezing her breasts, Chelsea moaning. He held her while she shook, emotionally out of control.
Together they fell to the bed, Reed's body curling around Chelsea like a protective blanket.
"What the hell just happened?” he asked, once she finally calmed.
"We've become one entity. Both of us want to submit to each other while needing the other's dominance. I've heard of this happening but only in rare occasions. We've found something truly unique and special."
"But I came to you..."
"I know. You're the first man I've ever had the desire to be mastered by."
Reed kissed her nipple, his tongue teasing the nipple piercing.
"I want to know about these."
"They are my mistress’ symbol of ownership of my being."
"I don't want to share you,” he stated emphatically.
"You don't have to worry about Eva. She's found someone, meaning I'm no longer hers."
"What do you mean?” Reed asked, flicking the ring on her nipple.
"We agreed our relationship would cease if either one of us found a man to love."
"Then what do we do about these?” he asked, gently tugging the ring.
"It's up to you,” she said. “We could always buy new ones to be ours."
"I like that idea,” Reed agreed. “I don't want to lose anything which arouses your nipples like these do."
"Dominants usually require their slaves to be collared or marked somehow. It shows everyone in the life that the slave has been claimed as property of their Dominant."
"Branded?” he mused. “How arousing."
"I can tell, Reed. Your..."
One hard thrust filled her with his swollen cock.
"How would we handle our unique situation, Mistress?"
"I planned to get you a chain with a Maltese cross charm as my brand on your being. It's up to you what you want me to do."
"I want diamonds in your nipples and I'll get my submissive a collar she will love."
"I look forward to it. Oh ... Oh..."
* * * *
They woke the next morning in his bed after deciding it'd be easier getting to the Academy using his backstreet approach rather than fighting the morning rush-hour traffic from Center City to his house then the trip to Pennypack Street on the opposite side of the city. As soon as they'd returned, they went straight upstairs, Reed heading for the shower.
"Why don't you hang up the outfits in the garment bag so they don't wrinkle?” he suggested.
"Good idea,” she agreed. She hung her clothes up then stripped out of the jeans and white tank top she'd dressed in after she showered at her place. She neatly placed her clothes over a chair then waited.
As soon as she heard him get out of the shower, she immediately stood with her hands behind her back, her feet apart and head bowed—her presentation position. She waited.
"My God, you're beautiful,” he complimented, Chelsea inwardly smiling.
"Is this pleasing my master?"
"Having a naked woman in my bedroom waiting like this is one hell of an adrenaline rush."
"Thank you, Master,” she said.
"Come to me, Chelsea,” he commanded. “Your first command is to never spend a night away from me. I don't know how I'd handle it."
"Yes, Master, as long as you swear to do the same."
"I do,” he said.
"What about your shift?"
"It'll be hard."
"We can stay in town if you want."
"Interesting,” he said, gazing at her. “I want to change your position."
"As you wish."
"I want you on your knees, with them parted so I can gaze at your beautiful pussy and your hands behind your neck. I want your tits ready and waiting."
"And my lips?” she asked, obeying him.
"Had better be ready always."
"I like the way you think."
"Good,” he said, standing in front of her. He spread her legs a little further apart, stepping between them. He gently laid his cock on her lips, Chelsea obediently waiting for his command. Smiling, he nodded, knowing she knew what he wanted. “Slowly,” he said.
Torturously slow, Chelsea took his cock into her mouth, teasing his slit and laving his velvety skin. She drew back, repeating what she'd done—not once, but several times. The moment his hand pressed her head to him, she took him balls deep, teasing him with her tongue. She drew back and began her slow process of taking his cock again. She heard him groan, her pussy clenching with need though she held her reactions.
"Oh, hell,” he growled, pumping his cock into her mouth. She clenched her hands in her hair, taking his sheer sexual power while he fucked her mouth. His gasping set her body on fire, Chelsea moaning from pure delight. She took his essence, enjoying the heated seed warming her throat and beyond.
Reed pulled his cock from her mouth, dropping to his knees. His lips covered hers, their tongues dancing.
"You are amazing."
"So are you,” she said. “So are you."
Reed carried her to bed and, after setting the alarm, he pulled her close to him. They fell asleep, more in love than ever, Reed finally happy with his life—in every way.
After the alarm went off several hours later, Reed made lazy love to Chelsea—wanting to start the day right. Chelsea's body agreed with his, her cries of satisfaction echoing through the small suite of rooms. Ming-toi howled, leaving them alone.
"Good morning, Mistress."
"Good morning, Master."
"How do you feel?"
"Sore as hell."
"Are you all right?"
"I'm perfect,” she said, before kissing him. She noticed where she'd branded his shoulder after they left the club and gasped.
"What?"
"Your shoulder..."
"I love it,” he said. “I'll miss it when it fades."
"I could always have you tattooed branding you as mine."
"Then I want your navel pierced. I can truly see you in diamonds and chains."
"Which would you prefer, my gorgeous slave—tattoo or chain?"
"I'd like both if it
pleases you. That way, if I can't wear the chain, I'm still a marked man."
"Then I want the collar and the piercing,” she said.
"God, you are amazing."
The alarm went off again. After resetting it, Reed got up then lifted Chelsea from the bed. He carried her into the bathroom where they showered together.
"Will every morning be like this?"
"Hell, yeah!"
"Good."
They dressed—Reed in fire department dress blues and Chelsea in a black pantsuit. The jacket with its satin lapels buttoned just above her waist. The black silk camisole she wore underneath barely peeked out but she wanted to have a certain look for her man's ceremony. The slim pants accentuated her height along with the stiletto heels she chose. Reed smoothed her collar, giving her a quick kiss. She straightened his tie and rubbed a fingerprint from his name plate—both happy with what they saw.
They left, taking two cars because Chelsea had to get back to the gallery to meet with an out-of-town client at one. She followed him to the Fire Academy and they parked—his Chevelle next to her Corvette.
"Hey, I really am glad you're here."
"So am I,” she said. “You are so handsome in your uniform."
"You are gorgeous. God, I want to undress you..."
"Which reminds me—where are we spending the night?"
"The house. We missed one room on the tour and I want you to have your way with me."
"Flogging?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Are you planning to be disobedient?"
"The worst."
"Hmmm."
"Yo, Cap, we're going to be late."
"Yes, Dan."
"He'll be a good second-in-command for you."
"If they don't send him to another station."
"Why?"
"The way we run, I won't need a lieutenant. Then again, they could change our shifts and he'd be giving me the updates from his."
"I see."
After they met up with the guys on Reed's shift, they went inside. Reed made sure Chelsea got seated then he and Dan took their seats with the others being honored.
An hour later, after the ceremony had taken place, Reed found Chelsea, hugging her.
"Congratulations to both of you,” she said, hugging Dan. Reed's hand found hers, gripping it firmly.
"Where will you be?” Reed asked Dan.
"Second shift at the house."
"Congrats, pal,” Reed said, grinning.