by Marie Force
“I want you to remember something,” she says after a long, tense silence.
“What’s that?”
“You promised to treat me like you would any other woman.”
I put my arm around her and bring her in close to me, nuzzling her neck and drowning in her distinctive scent. I want that to be the last thing I smell before I leave this life. “I’m afraid I can’t keep that promise.”
“Why not? You know how important it is to me that you don’t treat me like I’m fragile.”
“I don’t think you’re fragile. You may be one of the strongest people I know.”
“Then why can’t you keep your promise?”
“Because you’re the single most important person in the entire world to me, and I will never treat you the way I would anyone else. You, my love, will be treated like a queen for the rest of your life. I hope you’re prepared for that.”
“The rest of my life?” she asks softly, sounding awed.
“If that’s what you want.” When have five words ever packed more of a punch than those do? Never that I can recall. I wait breathlessly, feeling as if my entire life and any chance I have to be truly happy is on the line.
“I moved here for you. I think it’s safe to assume you’re what I want.”
“And you’d be okay with being stuck with me for like, well… forever?” So much for it being too soon to talk about such things. Her honesty is infectious, and it’s forced me to raise my own bar. I feel like the little boy I once was, hoping that one of my many foster families might decide to keep me. None of them ever did, and I survived that. However, if she were to decide not to keep me…
Her hand on my face compels me to look at her. “There’s nothing I want more than to be stuck with you forever.”
They are, quite simply, the best words anyone has ever said to me. They’re even better than I love you, and those three were pretty great, too.
I regret my plan to take her to a hotel, because my place is closer and my need for her urgent. But I wanted tonight to be special, so I reserved the best suite in the famous Beverly Wilshire Hotel.
“Where’re we going?”
“Somewhere special.” Recalling the late dinner I ordered, I want to groan at the thought of further delays. But anticipation makes the desire that much sharper, although if my desire for her gets much sharper, I might not survive. “Check in with Cece. You’re going to be busy when we get to where we’re going.”
Her cheeks flush a warm, rosy shade that makes me wonder whether her other cheeks would be the same color after a spanking.
I’m in agony from wanting to find out.
Aileen is on the phone with Cece, but she senses my disquiet and places her hand on my leg in a gesture that immediately calms everything but the ache in my cock. That’s going to take far more than a hand to the leg.
We finally arrive at the hotel, and I’m grateful for the suit coat that hides my huge erection from the doormen. Lori picked up the key for me earlier, so we head right for the elevator.
“What about our bags?”
I carry only the small black bag I brought from the club. “They’ll be delivered to the room.”
“Can we slow down so I can look at this beautiful hotel?”
“You can do that tomorrow.” Slowing down is not on the agenda. All I can hear is her sexy voice saying, I want to do what they did.
“You’re in a big rush.”
“Fuck, yes, I am. The woman of my dreams wants me to dominate her. You bet your ass I’m in a rush.” I angle her into the back corner of the car and press my hard cock against her pussy. I can feel her heat through our clothes. “I ordered dinner for us, but unless you’re starving, that might have to wait until after.”
“I’m too nervous to eat.”
That stops me cold. “You’re nervous? About being with me?” The thought of that kills me.
“I just hope…” She looks up at me with her heart in her eyes. “I want to be everything you need. I hope I can handle it.”
“Sweetheart… You already are everything I’ll ever need and then some. If we never do any of what we saw tonight, I’ll still love you and need you and want you as much as ever. I swear to God. Nothing is riding on this, so please don’t be afraid. I’d never want to scare you or make you nervous.”
She visibly relaxes. “I’ll try not to be nervous.”
“Will you promise me that if you’re ever truly scared or nervous about being with me in any way that you’ll say so?”
“I promise.”
“And you’re sure you want everything you saw at the club?”
She swallows hard, but her gaze never wavers. “I’m sure.”
“Remind me of that safe word again.”
“Destiny.”
“And you know when to use it?”
“If I want to stop what we’re doing.”
“If you need a break or a breather, use the word yellow. The word red also stops everything. Understood?”
Still looking up at me with those beautiful bottomless eyes filled with love for me, she nods.
“Excellent, because you, my love, are under arrest.”
Chapter 22
He moves so quickly, I don’t see it coming. My hands are shackled behind my back in velvet-lined cuffs, and my sweet, tender lover morphs before my eyes into a harsh, determined police officer with a perp in custody.
“What did I do?” I ask.
“You know what you did.” He produces a key card from his shirt pocket and opens the door to a gorgeous suite.
I barely get a chance to look at it as he marches me through the foyer and sitting area to the bedroom. He shuts and locks the door behind us. The sound of that lock engaging and the rush of adrenaline through my system make my heart beat fast and hard.
He comes up behind me, his lips close to my ear. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can be used against you as a basis for punishment. You have the right to call me Sir—and only Sir—until I say otherwise. You have the right to do what you’re told when you’re told or face the consequences. You do not have the right to come, unless I give you permission. Do you understand your rights in this matter?”
I swallow hard. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to release the cuffs and unzip your dress. You’re to remove all your clothing.”
“Why?”
“Because I told you to.”
“I want a female officer.”
“None are available. You’re stuck with me.” He releases the cuffs and slowly lowers my zipper, letting his fingers glide along my spine as the zipper goes down my back.
I explode in goose bumps and shiver violently.
“I have several other prisoners to process tonight, so the longer you make me wait, the worse the punishment will be.”
I’m all thumbs as I try to quickly remove my dress. It clears my hips, leaving me in only a thong.
“You forgot to wear a bra,” he says, his blue eyes on fire as he stares hungrily at my bare breasts. “That’s another violation.”
“Where’s it written that going braless is against the law?”
He raises a brow. “Are you questioning me, sub?”
“No. Sir.”
“Remove the rest of your clothing, and hurry up about it.”
I kick off the heels and step out of the thong. Because I can’t leave that exquisite dress in a heap on the floor, I pick it up and drape it over the bed. Then I stand before him completely nude. Despite his fierce countenance, his eyes give away his true feelings. In them I see love and desire and joy, and it’s the joy that most affects me. I’ve never seen that in him before. Knowing I gave him that makes me want to weep.
“I’ll need to examine your body to make sure you’re not trying to sneak contraband into my jail.”
“I’m not sneaking anything in, Sir.”
“I’m afraid your word isn’t good enough.” He steps closer to me, so close I can feel the
heat of his body and smell his cologne. I want to lean in to get closer to him, but I remain still, waiting to see what he’ll do next.”
“Open your mouth.”
I do as he asks, and he fully examines the interior of my mouth before running his hands down my arms and over my breasts, belly, back and legs. The feel of his hands on my skin has me shaking with desire, but I try not to move.
“On the bed, legs spread.”
It’s the strangest thing. I know exactly what’s going to happen. I know we’re role-playing. I know I’m not really in trouble, but I’m gripped with the same anxiety I might have if this were really happening. I begin to feel somewhat detached from myself as I get on the bed and spread my legs a few inches apart. It’s like I’m watching this the way I did at the club, rather than actively participating.
Kristian snaps on a latex glove and squeezes a dollop of lube on his fingers. “The only way this hurts is if you fight me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” My thighs tremble violently as he pushes them farther apart. “Hold still.”
I bite my lip to keep from screaming when he pushes his fingers into me. After what feels like hours of foreplay, I’m right on the brink of orgasm—and he knows it.
His fingers are ruthless as they move inside me. Then he curls them forward, pressing against my G-spot, and it takes everything I have not to give in to the burning need to come. I’m proud of my ability to battle through it, to hold out for his order, but God, it isn’t easy.
“Nothing in your pussy.” He reaches for the lube again. “Turn over.”
“We don’t really need to look any further, do we?”
“Turn. Over.”
Every muscle in my body is made of pudding as I turn facedown on the bed, anxiety and anticipation at war inside me. I said I wanted this, but now that we’re doing it, I’m not so sure.
“What’s your safe word?” he asks in the same tone he’s been using as the aggressive cop.
“Destiny, Sir.”
“Do you need it?”
I squeeze my eyes closed and force air into my lungs. “No, Sir.”
“Very well, we’ll continue our cavity search.” His fingers furrow between my cheeks. “Relax, or this will hurt.”
I have a feeling it’ll hurt whether I relax or not.
“Push back to let me in.” His fingers feel huge as they press against my back entrance. Until him, no one had ever touched me there, and now I’m taking two fingers, aware that the plug will be much bigger than his fingers. It hurts. God, it hurts. I’m on the verge of using the word yellow when my body suddenly yields to let him in, and the pain becomes something akin to pleasure.
His fingers sink into me, taking me right back to the edge of release.
“Have you ever had a cock here?”
I can’t believe he expects met to speak while he’s doing that to me. “No, Sir.”
“Mine will be the first.”
“That wouldn’t be appropriate.”
With his free hand, he spanks my right cheek. “Don’t you tell me what’s appropriate and what isn’t. I’m in charge here.”
“I can’t let you do that to me. My boyfriend will kill you.”
“Your boyfriend won’t touch me if he knows what’s good for him.”
“Please…” A sob erupts from my chest, taking me by surprise. “Please don’t.”
“Your ass was made for my cock.”
“No.”
He spanks my other cheek, and I come so hard, I see stars. Holy crap… Afterward, my throat is raw and sore from screaming.
“Someone is in even bigger trouble.”
“No, please, Sir. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come.”
“If you take my cock in your ass, I won’t punish you for coming without permission.”
“I… I can’t. My boyfriend… I’m saving that for him.”
“He’s not here, and I am.” He pushes his fingers in deep again, and I rub shamelessly against the bed cover.
“If you come again, you’ll get a cock in your ass and a flogging.”
I can tell how much he’s enjoying this. I can hear it in every word he says, even though the words are said in a harsh tone he’s never used with me before. Knowing I can stop everything with one word allows me to let go and fully lose myself in the moment.
“What’s it going to be, little sub? My cock or the flogger?”
“Your cock. Please give me your cock, Sir.” I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this. Rex used to beg me to let him fuck my ass, and I wouldn’t hear of it. But with Kristian… everything is different. He’ll make it as good for me as it’ll be for him.
He removes his fingers, and I hear rustling behind me, the crinkle of a condom wrapper and the squirt of lube. “Do you need your safe word?”
“No, Sir.” I am strong and determined and deeply in love with this man. He can have anything he wants from me, even this.
Then he presses that gigantic cock against my back entrance, and I’m no longer strong or determined. I’m panicked. I can’t possibly do this.
“Relax, sweetheart.” My sweet Kristian is back. He caresses my bottom with a gentle touch. “We’ll go nice and slow. A little at a time. Relax and push back against me.”
I follow his directions, and sure enough, that helps. I wouldn’t call it comfortable, but it’s not unbearable either. Until he gives me more and makes me scream from the pain that overtakes my entire body before becoming a hot ball of need at my core.
We move together. He pushes in as I move back. Little by little, he works his way in until I feel his balls against my pussy. I can’t believe I did it. I actually did it. But before I can take a victory lap, he starts pulling back out, and then he’s back in again. I lose my mind. That’s the only way to describe it. I have no idea who I am or what I’m doing or what is happening to me. I’m one giant nerve ending, radiating from my ass to my fingertips to the top of my head and soles of my feet.
He reaches around me to my clit, pinching it between his fingers as he growls, “Come.”
I explode into ten million pieces. All I can do is feel as he pounds into me, one orgasm rolling into a second and then a third.
His arms band around me as he drives into me one last time, growling when he comes harder than he has yet with me.
I can’t move or think or speak. It’s all I can do to continue breathing. My muscles contract around his cock, which is still rock hard inside me.
Then he rolls my clit between his fingers, and another wave rocks through me.
I’m wrecked, demolished, destroyed. And I’m reborn. I’m his, completely and utterly his in every possible way.
“Jesus,” he mutters after a long silence. “That was…”
“Insane.”
“Yes. Are you okay? You… I… Holy fuck, Aileen.”
I love that he’s as undone as I am by what we did.
“Tell me you’re not hurt?”
“I’m not hurt.” Although I will be sore. Of that I have no doubt.
“You didn’t stop me.”
“You noticed that, huh?”
“Yeah.” His chin tucks into my shoulder. “Nothing has ever felt as good as this does.”
“No?” Hearing him say that makes me rather euphoric.
“Never.” He kisses the curve of my neck and my shoulder. “You can’t ever leave me, Aileen. You’d ruin me.”
I squeeze his arm. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Chapter 23
I start my job as the Quantum receptionist on Monday morning after dropping the kids at an all-day soccer camp on the way to work. I’m coming off the best weekend of my life. Spending an entire night completely alone with Kristian was total bliss. He made it even better with breakfast in bed and a relaxing couples massage at the hotel before we went home to spend the day at the beach with the kids.
At five o’clock this morning, he kissed me awake.
“I’m going before the kids wake up,” he
said.
I grasped his hand to keep him from leaving. “I don’t want this weekend to be over yet.”
“It’s the first of a lifetime’s worth of weekends we’ll have together.”
A sense of foreboding came over me as he said that, and I wanted to beg him not to go. I still don’t know why I was so afraid. I only know I didn’t want to let him leave.
“I love you.” He said those words to me repeatedly throughout the weekend, as if now that he was allowed to say them, he didn’t want to stop. That was fine with me.
“I love you, too. Thank you for the best weekend of my life.”
“It was for me, too.” He kissed me, and I wound my arms around his neck.
He broke the kiss with a groan. “Let me go, you evil witch. I’ve got a business to run.”
I let him go, but the foreboding stayed with me in the four hours between when he left and when I reported for my first day of work at the office.
Addie greets me with a smile and a hug and a ream of paperwork that I complete while hoping to catch a glimpse of the man I love. She walks me through the paperwork, which includes an application for health insurance for myself and my children.
“Your plan has already been activated,” Addie tells me. “Kristian took care of that last week, so this is just a formality.” She leans in and lowers her voice. “He told the HR people to do whatever it took and pay whatever it cost to get you on the plan immediately.”
My eyes fill, and I blink frantically, not wanting to break down in front of Addie. Crying at work is not my thing, but the tears won’t be contained no matter how hard I try.
Addie hands me a tissue.
I mop up the flood of tears. “Sorry.”
“Please don’t be. We’re all so happy for you and Kris. We’ve never seen him like this before.”
“Like what?” I ask, because I have to know.
“For one thing, he smiles all the time. We’ve never seen so much of those elusive dimples of his. For another, he takes time off—real time off. No one heard from him all weekend. That’s highly unusual. He doesn’t say much about his life before he became part of Quantum, but we suspect it was difficult. If anyone deserves to be happy, it’s him—and you.”
