“Did too. I was perfectly content to get myself off after you acted like an idiot.”
He grunted, sighed and stood before taking her slight weight and depositing her on the bed. “Okay. You’re on the bed. Your fault,” he insisted, nuzzling her neck. “If you weren’t so damn sweet…”
She sighed, lifting sleepy eyes to study him. “Is that sweet as in sweet and innocent?”
“I don’t think innocent really works, Ali.” Tugging her closer, he nuzzled her neck. “Can I stay?”
“Bet your ass.” She was asleep in moments.
∞
Alison woke up a good hour before her alarm was ready to go off—wide awake, pleasantly sore and happy. Her fingers were absently stroking the charm when she registered it felt different.
Rolling from the bed, she flicked on the light and blinked, waiting until her eyes adjusted before she padded naked over to the mirror. She paused, catching sight of herself. Damn. Her mouth was still swollen from last night and her hair was tousled. She looked sexy. Like she had just spent the night with a man.
“Do you like it?”
She jumped at the sound of his voice, a yelp escaping her. Clapping a hand over her chest, she glared at him.
Alex stood in the door, a hooded look on his face.
“Scare me to death, why don’t you?”
“Sorry.” His gaze dropped down to her neck once more, though, and she suspected he’d only half-heard her.
Frowning, she asked, “Do I like…”
Then she remembered. Turning to the mirror, she leaned in. The chain that had once held a pretty Celtic knot now had a golden kitten.
“It’s cute,” she said after a moment, lips pursed. “But how did my Celtic knot turn into a cat?”
“I took it.” Clearly uncomfortable, Alex looked away for a moment and then back at her. “Ali, I had to do it. I’d have problems with my boss if I didn’t.”
“Ah…I’m not following.”
He came over to her and cupped her cheek. “If I had to see you playing with a necklace some other guy gave you even one more time, I was going to take it and throw it in the river. That’s theft and destruction of property. I’m a cop. I can’t do that.”
It startled a laugh out of her and she rose up to kiss him. “So where is it?”
“In your jewellery box.” He nodded toward her dresser. Then he tugged her closer. “Spend the day with me?”
Chapter Thirteen
Her phone rang again but Alison just ignored it.
It was Mike and she’d already talked to him once today. She was having fun and maybe it was crazy, but she was going to concentrate on that. Her brother needed to stop worrying about her so much anyway.
“Mike?” Alex asked when she slid the phone back into her pocket.
She nodded, elbows bracing on the railing of the bridge. Her hair blew back from her face and she caught it in a loose ponytail, held it at her nape as she stared out over the water. The Big Four walking bridge connected the slowly growing town of Jeffersonville, Indiana to Louisville and she and Alex had crossed over to walk through the park and grab some food in downtown.
Now, pleasantly full, she looked down at the boats cruising along the rippling waters of the Ohio. “Remember when this bridge was just a rusted hunk of junk?”
“It wasn’t that long ago.” Alex wasn’t looking at the river. He was looking at her.
The expression on her face made her squirm a little, self-consciousness rising inside, but she fought not to let it show. “Yeah, maybe. I remember when they used to light it up at Christmas time. A radio station.”
Alex moved in closer, caught a strand of her hair and twined it around his finger. He made a low noise in his throat, one that could have been assent or curiosity or any number of things.
She flicked another look at him and the heat in his eyes had her breath catching. “Why are you staring at me?”
“Just trying to figure a few things out.” He leaned in and nuzzled her neck.
It tickled and sent heat running through her. She closed her eyes, angling her head to the side. But he pulled back. When she made a disappointed noise, he laughed. “If I’m not careful, I’ll forget where we are. And----”
“Hey, O’Malley!”
The call came from behind them and Alison only barely managed to keep from jerking back as a uniformed officer approached them. Alex put a hand at her back, but did nothing else as the cop approached.
Alison didn’t recognize him, but that didn’t mean much. The police force was growing to keep up with the expanding population and she had been so busy with school and then her new job…and avoiding Alex…
The man only gave her a brief nod before looking back at Alex. “Heard they caught that punk-ass who shot your partner years back.”
Alison stiffened.
Partner…Mike. The man who killed my father.
Alex moved in protectively while she curled her hands around the railing at her back.
Completely unaware of the tension, the cop glanced around and then back at Alex. “Surprised you’re not in there going after him right now.”
“We’re in a holding pattern until Mike gets back. Listen, Kimble—”
The radio clipped to the officer’s uniform chirped and the man grimaced. “Duty calls. Later, O’Malley. Ma’am.” He nodded at Alison before turning away.
“Ali…”
Alex cupped her cheek and she turned her face into his hand. “I was doing so good, not thinking about it for a while.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” She blew out a breath and forced herself to smile easily as she turned back to stare out over the water. “Hey, I was able to get out of my head for a little while. That’s more than I expected.”
Alex came up behind her, caging her into his arms.
It was a protective, possessive gesture and her heart gave a desperate little lurch when he rubbed his lips against her neck. “I can help you get out of your head if that’s what you need, Ali-cat. Just say the word.”
The warm velvet of his voice wrapped around her. Leaning her head back against his shoulder, she said, “Make me forget, Alex.”
∞
Alison lay face down on her bed, on her knees.
He’d thought about tying her up, but decided against it. Now, as hunger and need and a dozen other emotions vied for control inside him, he used his hands to spread open the cheeks of her ass, studying the plug he’d pushed inside her anus.
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” she whispered. She cried out when he moved his fingers lower and slid them inside her slick channel, curling and twisting them until she was riding his hand.
He wanted her all but mindless.
After taking a moment to prop a couple of pillows under her hips, he knelt behind her.
Urgency filled him, and confused him—sex was a hard, fast game for him, a need, but never one that drove him to this sort of mindless insanity. He pushed inside her, shuddering as she milked him. He could come from that alone, the way her pussy grabbed and squeezed him
He’d teased and stroked and caressed her to the edge time and again, but he hadn’t let her come. Now she was all but trembling with that need and she made tight, broken noises in her throat as he worked his cock inside her.
She was tighter with the plug wedged inside her and so hot, so sweet.
As she started to push back on his cock, he reached for the silver bullet he’d gotten from her dresser earlier.
She wailed when he pressed it against her engorged clit.
One hand holding the bullet, he held her still with the other and drove into her, hard and deep, until she was sobbing and crying and begging. When he felt the orgasm starting to build, he pulled out.
She cried out and cursed him all in the same breath.
“Be still,” he ordered when she tried to twist around to glare at him. He brought the flat of his hand down on her ass and watched as a tremor ran thro
ugh her body. He could imagine spending the rest of his life playing all these dirty, wicked games with her…
“Alex!” Her demanding cry increased in urgency when he gripped the plug and slowly, steadily drew it out.
She froze and he knew she’d realized why he’d stopped.
He took the lubricant that he’d used earlier and slicked it across his cock, then started to prepare her, working his fingers in and out, listening to each erratic sigh and groan.
“Use the bullet,” he said as he gripped her hip with one hand. The other, he wrapped around the base of his cock and pressed the head against her. The puckered entrance to her ass twitched and he set his jaw as he began to slowly press inside.
She yielded, oh so slowly, with broken moans and hitching little gasps.
When she started to tense, he withdrew and started all over again.
“Why are you…Alex, please!”
“Have to be easy, Ali,” he said, sweat dripping down his back, his face, his neck. The iron control he normally possessed was close to shattering.
“But….”
“Stop it!” he ordered when she tried to thrust back on him. “The first time can hurt—it will hurt. But then it’s done. Just…let me…”
She flinched as he surged back inside, deeper this time.
He withdrew, pleasure ripping through him like a fever, threatening to lay him low. Still, he kept his rhythm slow, maddening, feeding her just a little more each time. The ridge of his cock half-penetrated her ass when he felt the tension in her body started to ease away.
Hungry little whimpers fell from her lips and Alex let himself move deeper as her body relaxed enough accommodate him. Splaying his hands wide across her back, he pushed her a little lower and started to work his cock in a little deeper, groaning as even more of him became wrapped in satin-slicked heat. Alison’s body was quivering and she was keening and arching and rocking against him, seeking more, driving him insane. He pulled back a little and she pushed back with him, trying to take more, and he said sharply, desperately, “Damn it, Alison, you’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Alex, please, oh, please, I can’t take it, please.” Her spine arched and she moved back against him yet once more.
He lost it, staring down at her puckered anus stretched so tight, while she pushed herself hungrily back against him.
“Push down,” he rasped and he pulled out before driving back in, jack hammering his hips against hers as one sharp scream after another fell from her lips. He could hear the pain in those screams and he told himself to stop, he was hurting her, and she was untried and too tight and damn it, she felt so good—
“Alex!” she screamed and came, her hands coming up and her nails setting into his arms, squeezing down while she screamed.
“Alison, sweet, oh, fuck, Alison—” he groaned against her hair, while he rode her harder, his whole body quaking from the hot, molten pleasure, as he helplessly drove his hips again into the sweet, tight glove of her ass. “Tell me I’m not hurting you, please…oh, hell.”
Breathless, she whimpered, “More, Alex. You’re not hurting me.” She pushed back, trying to take more while he shoved her hand back down to push the bullet against her clit. The engorged flesh was hot and throbbing, swollen against his fingers. Her nipples were tight and red, her entire body flushed as she twisted and moved against him.
She shuddered as he drove deep. “Good, it’s so damn good,” she moaned.
His hand smacked her butt and she cried out, going still, her hand falling away from her body, the bullet dropping to the bed. He laughed roughly and did it again, while driving into her harder and harder. She started to come, clamping down and convulsing madly as he rode her, and the slap of his hand the third time sent her over the edge. A low keening cry built in her throat and broke loose the fourth and final time he spanked her, just as he came, flooding the tight hot depths of her ass with his seed.
He eased her down and curled around her, loathe to pull out. She didn’t seem in any hurry, so he lingered but finally withdrew, still semi-erect and already hungry for her again. He angled her head around and kissed her softly before forcing her to look at him, studying her face. Alison’s eyes were like windows, always wide open and so easy to see through.
“Did I hurt you?” He pressed a kiss to her mouth.
She smiled sleepily against his lips. “A little, at first. Maybe a little too much,” she admitted, growing aware of the burning, sore pain. “But I liked it. All of it.”
He sighed, his long body loosening in relief as he lowered his head to kiss her. “Damn it, you’re something,” he muttered as he pulled away. “Come on. We need a shower.”
She sulked. “I wanna sleep.”
“And I’m gonna wanna fuck you the second I wake up, which means shower, now,” he said softly, carefully lifting her in his arms, watching her face and seeing her wince. “Damn it, I’m crazy about you.” He paused by the bed, just to kiss her and when she sighed and smiled against him, Alex’s whole world felt more complete.
∞
“Tell me how you got into this.”
It was early morning and Alison’s head lay on his chest.
Alex lifted his head, looked around the mess of her bed and blew out a breath. “Well, see…I was at the bookstore a while back…”
She snorted a laugh. “I’m talking about…um…well, the dominance thing.”
Alex tugged her on top of him, pushing her hair back from her face. The golden kitten fell down to dangle between them and the sight of it around her neck filled him with a fierce sort of protectiveness. “It just sort of…happened. There was this woman in college. She was a couple of years older than me and she was a hard-core submissive. We were dating, getting sort of serious before she told me what she was in to.” He shrugged. “I was interested, intrigued enough that I went to a club or two with her, started learning more. But she wanted a Dom who was as into it as she was. With me, it stops and ends at the bedroom and even there, I don’t always have to be in control.”
Alison quirked an eyebrow. “So if I decide I want to spank you?”
“No.” He slid his hands down her back and caught her hips. “But if you want to be on top…” He moved up against her, watched her lashes flutter. “I’m not going to complain.”
“Nice to…know.” She rolled her hips again and then smiled down at him. “FYI, it stops and ends at the bedroom with me, too.”
“Why?”
He could tell by the look in her eyes that she understood what he was asking. He wasn’t wanting to know why she didn’t want the life of a sub. It was a commitment a lot of people who played at the lifestyle wouldn’t make, just as he couldn’t make the commitment to be anybody’s Dom.
What he wanted to know was how sweet and shy Alison Ryan had ended up craving things that would have made a lot of people cringe.
“Well…I saw you having sex.” She gave him a wide, impish smile. Then she shrugged, lowering her gaze. She started to trace an absent design on his chest. “It started when I was reading books that touched on bondage. Romance and stuff. Most were cheesy, but there were a few that really got to me. So I started reading more and more. It was the control thing. I didn’t have any, for too much of my life. With Mom, then Dad. And…me. I was such a doormat—”
“You’re not a doormat.” He scowled at her.
Her green gaze came to his. “I was. Maybe not now, but it’s not like it any of my independence was easy to come by. I had to fight for it. I still do, sometimes. When somebody pushes, my instinct is to give in. I have to force myself to stand up, to not back down. The idea of submitting to somebody, yet knowing all I had to do was say stop…and he would?”
Her lashes drifted down, self-consciousness written all over her features.
He caught the back of her neck in his hand and tugged her in for a kiss.
She sighed against his mouth, opening for him.
But he eased back, keeping it to that soft, gentl
e brush of his lips on hers.
An ache settled in his chest and not for the first time, he wondered how it had taken him so long to look at Alison and see her. Really see her. He was only now starting to understand that she was everything he hadn’t realized he was looking for.
Her breath caught and he could tell she was picking up on the tension inside him. They needed to talk. Really, really needed to talk. But this wasn’t the time for it, not when she had so much weighing down on her, not when he’d promised to help her get out of her head a while.
Flipping her over onto her back, he sprawled between her legs. She giggled when he rubbed his stubbled jaw against her neck, then sighed as he wedged his hips into the cradle of hers. “So it’s the idea of wrapping a man like me around your finger that gets you, huh? Getting me all worked up by having you spread out in front of me, or bent over my lap while I’m spanking you…and then saying stop…”
“No.”
He bit her lip because he’d seen the flare of heat in her eyes. “Liar. You want to play and tease me, don’t you?”
A breath stuttered out of her even as she shook her head. “No. I don’t…I don’t want to tease.”
Something in her voice had him studying her face.
“But?” he said.
“Nothing.”
“Do you want me to turn you over my knee, Ali?”
“I’d probably like it.” Her gaze met his boldly. But there was something more. He could feel it.
Catching one wrist, then the other, he stretched them over her head. “It’s something we’ll have to try. Just what else do you want to try, baby?”
She hadn’t lied when she told Alex that she still had to fight sometimes to speak up. When a woman spent her life hiding in the shadows, it was an effort to learn how to actually give voice to opinions, likes, dislikes…fantasies…
But there were so many fantasies she had.
Alex watched her with intense, hungry brown eyes and she swallowed, told herself to tell him. “I…” She hesitated and then in a rush that had the words all but tumbling over themselves, she told him.
She told him one of her darkest, deepest, wildest fantasies.
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