Tug Of Law (Bernadette Mackenna Cases Book 4)

by D. R. Bailey

  “I know but think of all the fun we have in the courtroom together.”

  “And out of it. Anyway, it’s not for a while, so don’t go getting all maudlin, darling.” Imogen out her hand and touched Bernadette’s arm briefly by way of reassurance.

  “I know, it’s just me being silly, sorry.”

  “Don’t be, I understand and believe me I feel the same way.”

  “You’re my best friend… after Eve.”

  “Stop it or you will make me cry.”

  “OK, let’s talk of something fun.”

  “Sex?”

  “It seems to be our favourite topic, so yeah.”

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  When Bernadette arrived home, she had mentally prepared herself to be the bitch Eve wanted her to be. She intended to go straight into it once she walked inside. She parked, walked up to the front door and opened it. Normally Eve would come rushing up to her for a kiss, but she was nowhere to be seen. Bernadette kept her heels on, put down her bag, and hung up her jacket. She had tied her hair back into a ponytail in the car, so she looked much more severe, and refreshed her best red lipstick. She definitely felt a little bit dominant dressed up the way she was.

  “Eve?” she called out tentatively.

  Eve still did not appear, and she was wondering whether Eve was home, when she thought she heard footsteps upstairs. Perhaps Eve was hoping she would start off being assertive, so she summoned up her best stern voice.

  “Eve, get down here now!”

  There was a scurrying and Eve descended the stairs barefoot and wearing what could only be described as the skimpiest of maid’s outfits. It was short, tight fitting, and black, with a white frilly bib. As outfits went, there wasn’t very much of it all. Bernadette had to admit to herself she found it very sexy on her fiancée but now wasn’t the time.

  “Get over here,” she ordered peremptorily.

  Eve came and stood in front of her looking up at with a tentative half smile playing on her lips.

  “You can wipe that smirk off your face for a start, missy,” Bernadette told her.

  Eve looked serious at once.

  “What did I say to you earlier?”

  “That there would be consequences, Ms Mackenna,” Eve said meekly.

  “Yes, exactly, and there are going to be consequences right now. You can wear that outfit for me later when you serve me dinner. But for the moment you can turn around and get back upstairs, take it off and wait for me.”

  “Yes, Ms Mackenna.” Eve curtsied but didn’t move.

  “When I said now, I meant now!” said Bernadette severely.

  She took a step forward, turned Eve around, and on the spur of the moment delivered a well-placed slap to Eve’s buttock cheek.

  “Ooh, you bitch!” said Eve running back upstairs.

  “I’ll show you who is a bitch very shortly, my girl.” Bernadette tried not to laugh, she needed to stay in character.

  When Eve had gone, Bernadette went to the kitchen and took the list she had made off the fridge. She poured herself a smidgen of wine and took a long drink to get herself a little more in the mood. Eve was playing her part perfectly, but she wasn’t sure how far Eve would be prepared to go, she would find out soon enough.

  She walked up the stairs, making sure Eve would hear her and went into the bedroom where her fiancée was sitting on the bed. Bernadette shut the door, it was unnecessary in an empty house, but it felt like a symbolic gesture.

  “Did I say you could sit?” she demanded.

  “No… erm… no, Ms Mackenna,” said Eve.

  “Then stand up and look at me when I’m talking to you.”

  Eve looked up at her with an expression which was quite defiant. Bernadette wasn’t sure if she was putting it on but pressed forward with her planned role.

  “You have been very bad, very bad indeed, don’t you agree, Ms White?” she said.

  “Yes, Ms Mackenna.”

  Bernadette brandished the list with a flourish. “This list says it all, doesn’t it. Extremely bad misbehaviour. You didn’t tell me about what your sister did. You swore at me. You’ve been watching pornography without telling me. You threw the biggest tantrum I have ever seen, and you made me cry. Have I left anything out?”

  She strode up and down as she talked, a little like a sergeant major she felt, keeping Eve under her very stern gaze.

  Eve shook her head, like a naughty girl who had been caught out misbehaving.

  “No, I haven’t, have I? In fact, it was probably infinitely worse.” Bernadette knew she was embellishing it but was now well into her role.

  Eve said nothing but bit her lip in a way which made Bernadette want to stop everything and ravish her there and then. However, with an effort, she resisted.

  “You are going to be punished,” Bernadette told her, “But first do you remember that picture you showed me?”

  “Yes,” Eve whispered. Bernadette could tell she was starting to get aroused.

  “Well then, remember what you wanted to do? So, get on your knees, Eve White, who is soon to be Mackenna.” Bernadette softened her tone, not know how Eve would take it.

  Eve didn’t immediately do it and Bernadette realised she wanted her to, perhaps, be more assertive.

  “I said get on your knees! Now! Do it! Didn’t you hear me?”

  Eve complied, looking at her the whole time.

  “Now, what do you have to do?”

  “Beg you, Ms Mackenna.”

  “For what?”

  “Forgiveness.”

  It was at this point Bernadette could almost not go through with it. She felt as if she was crossing lines somehow as much as Eve wanted it. She didn’t want to humiliate her fiancée, although Eve seemed to want exactly that. Bernadette steeled herself and continued.

  “Go on then, Ms White, beg me,” she said, biting her own lip in concern.

  Eve noticed and shot her a look of reassurance. Eve lowered her head.

  “I’m sorry Ms Mackenna, will you forgive me, please for what I’ve done, I’m… I’m begging you. I’m begging you to please forgive me.”

  “Are you really sorry?”

  “Yes, yes I am,” said Eve assuming an expression of supplication. It practically melted Bernadette’s heart, but she still stayed in her role. A thought occurred to her and she improvised.

  She kicked off her shoes, and said, “Very well, then kiss my feet and promise me you will never do it again.”

  Each time Bernadette had pushed the boundaries and wondered if she had gone a little too far, but each time Eve seemed to like it, enjoy it and want it. This was a spur of the moment idea. Eve regarded her for a couple of seconds, and then leant forward and kissed each of Bernadette’s toes in such a way which made them tingle, and Bernadette just wanted to take her into her arms. She stopped herself once more with an effort. She didn’t want to ruin the game.

  “I promise I will never do it again,” Eve whispered quietly.

  “Good girl,” said Bernadette unable to keep a loving smile from her face, “Get on the bed, my darling, for your punishment.”

  Eve shot her a look, as if to say that’s not assertive enough.

  “Get on the bed, Ms White, hold onto the bed rail and don’t you dare move!” Bernadette put herself back in the zone.

  Eve knelt down on the bed and bent forward to grasp the rail.

  Bernadette removed her own clothes, it felt sexier that way. It was time and past for putting on corsets. She retrieved the rope from the cupboard and began to expertly tie Eve up to the bed rail. She had decided to make it extra special and so the ropes went down Eve’s arms, around her breasts, and even down to her legs. Eve moaned and gasped as each binding bit into her flesh. Bernadette knew she was enjoying every minute. When she had finished, she stood back and admired her handiwork.

  “Is that tight enough, Ms White?” she asked her.

  “Yes.”

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��Does it feel… good?”

  “Yes, oh, yes,” Eve said softly.

  “Well then… I’m not sure it’s really a punishment then, but still…” Bernadette looked at Eve kneeling and her naked backside was suddenly incredibly inviting. She knelt on the bed beside her fiancée and began to run her hand over the taut globes.

  Eve hissed in her breath at this, and even more so when Bernadette ran her nails across the naked flesh.

  “What would be a proper punishment, Ms White? Hmm?” she whispered, teasing, pitching her voice low. She could feel Eve’s skin quivering a little at her touch and then without thinking she gave Eve’s backside a playful slap “Is this what you want, Ms White?”

  “Oh! Oh God, fuck, oh, yes.”

  “So, is this what you really want?” Bernadette slapped it again.

  “Oh, fuck… oh!” Eve gasped, but it was a pleasurable gasp of anticipation.

  Without knowing what had got into her, Bernadette peppered Eve’s backside with sharp smacks saying over and over. “Is this what you want? Is it? Is it?”

  Abruptly she stopped, Eve was panting, and she could tell, Eve was incredibly aroused.

  “Oh my God,” said Bernadette, “It really is what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

  Without saying anything further Bernadette moved her hand down between Eve’s legs and set her fingers working.

  Eve screamed, “Oh… oh… oh God… oh… oh… oh… oh… fuck… ohh!”

  Eve appeared to climax almost instantaneously at being touched and her body tensed and untensed against the bonds, while she cried out over and over.

  Bernadette held onto her in fascination amazed at the effect she had produced. As Eve’s spasms subsided, Bernadette kissed the slightly pink cheeks all over and put the side of her own cheek against them.

  “I love you,” she whispered, “I love you so fucking much.”

  “You can take these off now, I want to fuck you so badly,” Eve whispered.

  “Have you learned your lesson?” Bernadette giggled.

  “Yes, just take them off, please.”

  “Don’t you want photos?”

  “Please, please, I want you, I want you so badly,” Eve pleaded.

  “OK, OK, Ms Impatience.”

  Bernadette deftly removed the bonds and threw the ropes onto the bedroom floor. Eve’s skin was prettily marked all over with rope impressions, but Eve did not give her time to admire them. Instead, she pushed Bernadette onto her back and her head went down between Bernadette’s legs. As Bernadette felt Eve’s velvet tongue begin to work its magic, she was also lost too.

  “Oh… shit… Eve… fuck… oh… fuck… Eve… oh my God… don’t stop… Eve… don’t stop… don’t… oh… I’m going… to… ohh!” Bernadette’s orgasm was not long in arriving. The entire session had become incredibly arousing and by the time Eve had started on her, she was already halfway there. She pushed herself hard into Eve’s mouth as wave after wave crested through her until she too was spent.

  A little while later they lay together, holding each other close, their lips just touching.

  “Was it OK?” Bernadette asked Eve anxiously.

  “It was more than just OK. It was just how I imagined it.”

  “Really?” Bernadette was pleased to hear this. She was always worried in case the sessions were too much.

  “It was amazing, all of it. I wasn’t expecting you to smack my arse, but I liked it very much.”

  Bernadette gave a low chuckle. “Don’t like it too much, I’m not going to be like Imogen.”

  Eve shook her head. “No, I don’t want that. Don’t think I want you to do that. It wasn’t like that. It was sensual, really pleasurable, just the way you did it, not too hard and not too much. Christ, it was so arousing, I practically exploded.”

  “That’s one way of putting it. Hmm, I will bear it in mind for the future…” she paused, thinking then asked, “And it wasn’t too much? Making you beg me like that?”

  “No, not at all,” Eve said earnestly, “I loved it, I loved it so much, it’s what I wanted, more than I wanted even. But it’s definitely what I needed.”

  “Needed?”

  “Yes, I did, don’t ask me why but I felt so much better, and when you made me kiss your feet, it was so good. I loved it, so horny.”

  “I wanted to fuck you so much then. I was worried I had gone too far.”

  Eve kissed her. “No, no you didn’t go too far, my darling. I know you wanted to, I could tell, but I’m glad you carried on. You did it all perfectly, I loved it.”

  “I did it all for you.”

  “But you enjoyed it too, didn’t you?”

  “Yes, yes I did.”

  “Are you sure, my honey?” Eve kissed her again, “I don’t want you to do something you don’t like.”

  “But I do like it, I like it also because you like it.”

  “You play the part so well,” Eve chuckled.

  “You do too, my darling. You’re a good actress.”

  “How do you know it’s acting?” Eve said archly.

  “I love you.” Bernadette kissed her again.

  “Do you want some dinner? Shall I wear the maid’s outfit and serve you.”

  “I would like you to, but not today. Save it for another day, another fantasy.”

  “Come on then, let’s eat. We have the whole weekend for fun. Enjoy it because it’s your last weekend as a single engaged female,” Eve laughed.

  “Are we really getting married next weekend?”

  “Yes, yes we are, so get ready for it.”

  “How exciting.”

  “It will be.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  The following week was one of great intrigue for Bernadette. Eve was brim-full of excitement all week and as tempting as it was to go and open the forbidden drawer Bernadette did not do it. She was very aware that around the office they all knew about the wedding and were very likely to be going to it. They had all commendably been sworn to secrecy, however, nobody breathed a word. She had mentioned to Eve she wanted Brogan to be invited, but she had no idea who was on the guest list. It was an incredible exercise in trust between her and Eve.

  Eve in the meantime even more loving and giving than before. They seemed to have turned a corner in their relationship although Bernadette was sure there would be times when perhaps they might have a disagreement or upset. Given their relationship was almost constantly harmonious, it seemed unlikely they would have too many of those.

  “Stop fretting,” Imogen told her as they sat together for their morning meeting on the Wednesday of that week, “I know you are and don’t deny it.”

  “I’m not fretting exactly,” said Bernadette, “Just excited, perhaps wishing I had not agreed to keep out of it.”

  “It’s the best decision you made, believe me. It’s going to be fantastic, beautiful, everything you ever wanted. I promise you.”

  Bernadette sipped her coffee.

  “So, you smacked Eve’s arse and she liked it?” Imogen asked her.

  “I’ve already told you this several times,” Bernadette laughed.

  “I know but I can hardly believe it.”

  “Well, I’m not planning to make it a regular thing and I’m not turning into you, as I’ve already said,” Bernadette told her firmly.

  “Don’t knock it ‘till you’ve tried it, I’m happy to lend you my paddle.”

  “Imogen!”

  “Alright, but don’t say I didn’t offer.”

  “If I wanted a paddle, I would buy one, but I don’t, and I won’t be. Eve doesn’t want that.”

  Imogen laughed.

  “You are incorrigible,” Bernadette said with mock severity.

  “I know, so you’ve said, but as I keep telling you, that’s why you love me.”

  “Yes, you’re right, anyway, on other matters, has Micky managed to get anything done about these texts? We’re going to run out of
time soon, otherwise.”

  “Why don’t we ask him?”

  “Yes, let’s do that, it’s been a few days now, we should get an update.”

  Imogen left for a few moments and returned with Micky in tow.

  “Ah, Micky,” said Bernadette smiling.

  “Hi, Bernadette.”

  “We’re sorry we’ve been neglectful but obviously we want to know how you’ve been doing on Callum’s texts.”

  “It’s OK,” said Micky, “I know you’ve both been busy with the prehearing and stuff. I’ve made good progress actually. I managed to download all his texts to my laptop.”

  “Oh goody!” Imogen clapped her hands.

  “What have you got? Something interesting?” Bernadette asked him.

  “I haven’t been through them all, but I’ve got something of interest already.”

  Micky disappeared again and then returned with a sheaf of printouts. He handed them to Bernadette, and she passed some to Imogen.

  “Holy fuck,” said Imogen starting to read them. “Listen to this, I can’t wait until you get to London again so I can fuck you and suck your fucking big…”

  “I get the picture,” Bernadette cut her off.

  “I was just getting to the interesting part,” Imogen laughed, “There’s more like that… I want you, big boy… last night was so good… You are a sexy bastard and no mistake… I want you so bad when are you coming back… I’m going to fuck you senseless…”

  “Is it just one way or both?”

  “Oh, it’s both and there’s a lot of these,” Micky said to her.

  “Right so we need some from the beginning of their relationship or whenever the first lot of texts is. Then we need some from the middle and some at the end. We need to show the timeline and duration of their relationship.”

  “Right, I can manage that.”

  “Make them nice and juicy ones,” Imogen added, “We can make him squirm in the witness stand.”

  “Yes, good point. Now are there any which show jealousy or asking Callum where he’s been, stuff like that?” said Bernadette.

  “Not in these,” Imogen said.

  Bernadette leafed through the one’s she had and read a couple out.

  “Where are you? I’ve been texting you and you didn’t reply. Where have you been? Have you been out partying, I need to know! What the fuck, Cal, you didn’t call me last night.”