“Uh oh, back to work everyone.” Cathy hushed the chatter as Ms. Stone stepped off the elevator.
“Am I okay to still sit here? Will she expect me to be working on my account already?” I looked at Cathy with a scared expression on my face.
“You’ll be fine.” She brushed me off and started furiously typing.
Ms. Stone’s visit wasn’t to check up on us, or make sure that we were doing our job. She was coming to make sure we had heard the news. I saw a bit of excitement behind her icy exterior as she talked with everyone on my floor. She even stopped to check on me and make sure I was learning what I needed to know. After she was gone, Cathy let me log into my computer and sat with me while I made sure I understood everything. It was too late to do much with my account, but I had everything ready for the next day. I needed to go home and get some sleep, especially after the weekend, but my thoughts were on Kincaid and Donovan. If Fireball was in jail, then they would surely want to celebrate. I tried to call Kincaid first, but he didn’t answer his phone. I tried Donovan next and had just closed my car door when he picked up.
“Hey! I heard the news!” I pushed my key into the ignition and grinned. “You got him!”
“Yeah.” He exhaled sharply. “Well, the police did.”
“You don’t sound very excited.” My grin faded, and I tilted my head to hold my phone against my shoulder.
“It’s just frustrating. I’m sure Kincaid can fill you in.” He sighed so loud it echoed in my ear.
“He didn’t answer. Should we all meet up at your house? Well—sorry if I just invited myself over.” I grimaced as I realized I might have been too pushy.
“Nothing to apologize for. I wish I could, but I decided to go see my Dad since the investigation is over. Try to call Kincaid again. He probably needs something to get his mind off the case.” Donovan’s tone echoed concern that I picked up on immediately.
“Okay, maybe I’ll just stop by his place if he doesn’t answer.” I pulled the phone away from my ear and connected it to the bluetooth in my car. “Can you send me his address?”
“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.” Donovan chuckled. “I know you’ll be exactly what he needs right now.”
“You won’t be mad?” I pushed my foot on the accelerator and started driving. “If I’m—just with him?”
“No, not at all.” He quickly responded without a hesitating. “I think you should spend time with us individually, even if it’s pretty damn incredible when all three of us are together.”
Donovan and I continued to talk as I drove towards Kincaid’s house. He told me that his Dad was doing better, but not really following the doctor’s orders. Donovan wanted to stay a couple of days and take some of the pressure off his stepmother. He really was a kind soul. I said goodbye when I turned onto Kincaid’s street. His car was in the driveway, so that was a good sign. I hoped that he wouldn’t be angry I stopped by, even though Donovan seemed to think it was a good idea. The relationship was still new, and truthfully, I didn’t know if it was an actual relationship yet. We had fun—I loved being with them—but there were still things that we hadn’t fully worked out. I couldn’t focus on that yet. I wanted to be there for Kincaid if he needed me. I parked my car and walked up to the front door. I waited for several seconds, but there was no response. I knocked a little harder and then I heard footsteps approaching the door.
Hopefully he’ll be happy to see me.
Marissa
“Hey.” Kincaid opened the door and seemed a little surprised to see me. “I’m sorry it took me so long to answer, I must have fallen asleep in my chair.”
“Sorry to show up unannounced. I tried to call.” I looked up at him and smiled.
“No apologies are necessary. I’m happy to see you.” He pulled the door back. “Come on in—it’s a mess though, so please forgive my shitty housekeeping.”
I stepped inside Kincaid’s house and once the door was closed, he hugged me. We stood there in that embrace for several minutes. I don’t know who needed the hug more, but he didn’t let me go once he wrapped his arms around me. I really didn’t know what to say to him. I hadn’t been able to completely read him yet. I assumed he was upset that the investigation ended when he wasn’t there to see Fireball in handcuffs, since he talked about that when he discussed the case, but I also knew he would be relieved that it was over. He finally broke from our embrace and held my hand. The confused, surprised expression I saw when he opened the door faded and I could tell that he was truly happy I was there.
“Do you want something to drink?” He held my hand and led me to the living room.
“I could use one after today.” I nodded and saw a half-empty bottle of whiskey sitting next to the chair. “You must have started early.”
“Yeah, but I quit before I got drunk—it was just enough to take the edge off.” He exhaled sharply and poured two glasses of whiskey. “Not enough to keep me from passing the fuck out though. I guess I just needed some rest after the weekend.”
“I can relate.” I chuckled and took the glass from him.
Kincaid and I sat down on the couch. I snuggled close to him and he put his arm around me. Being there with him felt right and I was happy I stopped by. He started talking about the case, going over things that happened in the beginning, and I realized he really just needed to talk about it. I listened and chimed in where I could. It really was fascinating to hear all of the details of the investigation—especially the parts that never made the news. He was definitely relieved that the whole thing was over, but still a little bitter about how it went down. I sipped my whiskey slowly. I wasn’t a fan of hard alcohol and it went straight to my head, but I definitely enjoyed having something in my system. The buzz gave me a little more energy, which I was lacking after the weekend and my first day as an Account Manager.
“But, that’s the end of it.” Kincaid sighed and sipped his whiskey. “It’s all over now, so all we can do is pack everything up and work on our next case.”
“Hopefully the next one won’t be so crazy.” I looked up at him and smiled. “I bet you’ll be there when you get the next guy.”
“I probably won’t even care.” He exhaled sharply. “The Fireball case was just—personal.”
“I can understand that.” I nodded and traced the tattoos on his arm. “Well you have me to take your mind off things tonight.”
“You’re already doing a damn good job of that.” He slid a hand down my abdomen and squeezed my thigh. “Just having you here is better than dwelling on all of this on my own.”
“Except that I woke you up.” I grinned and snuggled closer to him. “You might not get any sleep now.”
“Sleep is overrated.” He moved his hand further down my thigh and slid it underneath my skirt.
Kincaid hoisted me up until I was close enough for him to kiss me and then our passion started to erupt. Our lips seared together, and I melted into his arms. He pulled at my skirt until it was around my waist and started to rub my pussy through my panties. I felt his cock swelling in his pants, begging to be released. Whatever worry he had faded, and the moment belonged to us. That was how it needed to be. I could help him move past the frustration and enjoy a night that was just the two of us. Donovan was right. I definitely needed time with each of them. I felt more connected to Kincaid than I had been previously after seeing some of his vulnerabilities—even if all I had to offer was an ear while he vented. He was a good man and had every right to be frustrated over how the case ended, but there was no way to undo that.
“Damn, you’re so fucking beautiful.” Kincaid pushed my jacket off and it slid to the floor. “Having you in my arms is the best feeling in the world.”
“The best feeling?” I rubbed my hand against his cock. “I think there’s something that would feel a whole lot better.”
“You certainly know what you want.” He grinned and slid his hand down my back. “I remember when you were a shy virgin like it was yesterday.”
“You made me this way.” I rubbed his cock a little harder. “You showed me how good it could be and now I can’t get enough.”
“We turned you into a bad girl.” He moved his hand down to my ass and gave me a smack on my panties.
“I can’t help it—you did this to me.” I pushed my ass against his hand. “Do bad girls get spankings?”
“Is that what you want?” I felt his cock throb against me and he gave me a smack that was a little harder.
It definitely seems to be turning him on.
“Maybe it isn’t about what I want.” I leaned against his ear and purred. “Maybe it’s about what I deserve—have I been a really bad girl?”
“Yes you have.” He nodded, and his cock throbbed a little harder.
The thought of being spanked by Kincaid made my pussy get wetter than it already was. If it turned him on too, then I definitely wanted him to be the first man to do it. I could sense that he was a little more dominant than Donovan, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. There was a part of me that craved that sort of passion, and I was willing to try anything once—especially if it was something that made his cock throb that hard. He pulled me down across his knee and adjusted my skirt until my ass was completely bare except for my panties. They didn’t last long. He pulled them down to my knees and started to trace the back of my thighs with his calloused touch. I squirmed when he got close to my pussy, but he avoided it completely and started to rub my ass. I lifted up to greet his touch and then his hand was pulled away. A second later it returned, coming down on my exposed flesh.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Are you done being a bad girl now?” He rubbed my ass and let his finger get close to my pussy without grazing it.
That was it? That didn’t feel like much of a spanking.
“I don’t know.” I wiggled my ass against his hand. “I think I deserve more than that.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Such a bad girl.” He pushed his finger between my thighs and rubbed my pussy. “All this is doing is making you wet.”
“Maybe you should spank me harder.” I looked over my shoulder and grinned. “Show me what really happens to bad girls.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
There was a mixture of excitement and desire in the way his hand came down on my ass. It left a sting, but that just made me wetter. There was no denying that I liked it. My lust was starting to spread across my labia and between my thighs as the spanking continued. What I liked most of all was how hard his cock got, and how it throbbed against me when he brought his hand down on my ass. I could take the sting if it was something he enjoyed. I wasn’t surprised to find out he was into that sort of thing. I saw the dominant, alpha personality beneath his gorgeous exterior from the beginning. I saw the fury in his eyes when he took my virginity. If he wanted to spank a bad girl, then he was going to get one that deserved it. He wasn’t trying to hurt me, and the sting was just on the surface of my ass—he had fucked me harder than that.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Have you learned your lesson?” Kincaid chuckled and started rubbing my pussy again.
“Maybe…” I squirmed so that I was rubbing against his cock, feeling it react with a throb. “Unless you want to keep going.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He slid his hand back to my ass and rubbed his hand across the surface. “I’m guessing you’ve never been spanked before?”
“No, but you can feel how wet I am.” I moaned when he pushed a finger inside me. “I’ll let you know if it gets too bad.”
“Okay.” He pulled his finger out of me. “You asked for it.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Oh god.” I tensed up and bounced on his knee.
“What am I going to do with you?” He chuckled and rubbed my pussy. “You’re still getting wetter.”
“Maybe I like it.” I moaned and pushed my hips up. “You can spank me harder than that if you want—I have been really, really bad.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
It was a strange feeling as the sting got worse. It hurt, but the pleasure that came after it when he started to rub my pussy and massage my clit was extremely erotic. The sensation was enough to make me burn with a desire for something else—I needed his thick cock inside me. I needed him to take me to the bedroom and put out the fire he had started inside me. It was burning a lot fiercer than the sting that he left on my ass, even if he did start spanking me harder than before. He alternated between a few hard smacks, and the soothing touch between my legs. I felt the pressure starting to build after several rotations—he was going to make me come! I was going to come from being spanked! He sensed it too. He saw the way my body was reacting and didn’t ask if I wanted more or needed him to stop. My moans said everything I needed to say. The fire was raging out of control.
“I’m gonna come!” I threw my head back and started to bounce on his knee.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The spanking paused the impending bliss, but then his finger returned to my pussy. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I shook, and my muscles seized as I started to orgasm. He kept his finger moving inside me, thrusting deep enough for me to feel my pussy spasming on his knuckles. The pleasure surged through my veins and I absolute euphoria filled my entire body. I continued to shake for several minutes, and he moved his finger slowly until the spasms were done. My body went limp across his knee and my breathing began to settle down. He pulled his finger free and pulled me up into his arms. His lips were against my neck, teasing my earlobes, and the he crushed my lips beneath his.
“I’m not done.” I reached down and started unfastening his pants as fast as possible. “I need more.”
“You’re going to get it.” He held me in his arms and started to stand.
I unfastened his pants as he carried me towards the bedroom. They were around his ankles and then kicked off once we were in the bedroom. He dropped me on the bed and grabbed my thigh. With one quick motion, he rolled me onto my stomach and held my neck against the mattress as he retrieved a condom. He unrolled it on his length and then he was on top, pulling my hips up until my pussy was against the head of his thick cock. I moaned as he entered me, and he entered me fast—so hard that I felt our bodies slam together. I could almost smell the lust on his breath as he leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck. His fingers tangled around my hair and he started to pull it as his thrusts began to pick up speed. It felt so fucking good. So good that I was ready to come again as soon as he got going.
“Oh god!” I felt my body starting to shake.
“Show me how hot that spanking made you.” He lifted his hand and slapped my ass. “Beg for this orgasm.”
“Please!” I screamed and felt the words ripped from my throat. “Please make me come!”
Kincaid kicked it into the next gear with his thrusts. He hammered my pussy so hard that I could hear the crash when our bodies collided. I was scared that we were going to break a second bed because his was creaking underneath the fury of those thrusts. He kept my hair in his grip and he pulled on it each time he went deep inside me. I didn’t realize how hot it would be to have him take control like that. It felt like a beast had been unleashed on my body—torn straight from the gorgeous firefighter exterior. He must have been holding back the first night we were together. That was the only explanation. It was the primal desires staring back at me several times, but I didn’t realize how fierce they really were. I loved it. If that was the kind of lover he truly was, then I didn’t want him to hold back ever again. I wanted to belong to the beast just like I belonged the man the first night our bodies chased bliss.
“I’m gonna come!” I felt the beginnings of the orgasm seize my body.
“Fuck! You’re gonna make me come too!” He tightened his grip on my hair.
; I’m not sure if his throbbing, pulsating cock forced the orgasm out of me, or if my tight, spasming pussy set him off. Perhaps it was a combination of both and we reached that moment of euphoria together. We spun towards oblivion with lust driving us forward. I felt my pussy squeezing his cock and while it made it harder for him to thrust, he didn’t miss a beat. He slammed himself deep again and again as I erupted with pleasure. The pressure had built so fast that I barely had a chance to really feel it before it was released. My muscles constricted, then every single one of them began to quiver. I felt the cum exploding from the head of his cock and it forced the condom to swell inside me like a balloon. He kept his thrusts going as the first orgasm began to fade, and then another one began to build.
“Don’t stop—please don’t stop!” I screamed, louder than the first time, and felt him pull back on my hair.
“I’m going to make you come until you beg me to stop!” He growled into my ear and then his thrusts got faster—I wasn’t even sure how that was possible.
He couldn’t be serious. How did he have that much stamina left? He had already blown his load inside me. There was no time to revel in amazement because my body was spiraling towards another orgasm. He made me come so hard that my eyes went dark for a moment and my vision was blurry when it finally returned. He still didn’t miss a beat. His cock hammered my pussy so hard that it felt like I was being driven into the bed—like a nail on a board. The second orgasm was great, but the third one was mind-blowing. I could barely process thoughts. I was just wrapped in bliss, consumed by my desires, and I certainly wasn’t ready to beg him to stop. If he wanted to keep fucking me, then he could give me everything he had. I was enjoying it too much to ask for a reprieve from his lust.
“You belong to me.” He growled into my ear again. “Tell me.”
“I belong to you!” I found the words, somewhere in the depths of my ravaged throat, and forced them across my lips.
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