Legal Beagle

by Cynthia Sax

  “Hmmm…” His blue eyes darken, and the bulge in his pants enlarges. My young cop wants me.

  Mate! my beagle yips, anticipating a thorough fucking.

  “You have splendid tits, Judge, but your ass… your ass could drive a good man to a life of crime.” Wright plunks his gun holster on the antique nightstand, and unbuttons his shirt, revealing hard muscle and tanned skin. “I’ll explore that ass later,” he promises, and I squeeze my thighs together to keep from dripping onto the duvet -- my pussy is that moist. “First, I’ll fuck your pussy fast and hard, taking some of the edge off.” His grin is wolfish, causing my beagle to howl. “Then we’ll spend the night doing all the nasty things I’ve fantasized doing to you.”

  Oh God. He has lain alone in this bed, stroking his cock, fantasizing about me. I watch his back muscles ripple as he bends over to remove his boots. There isn’t an inch of softness on his genetically enhanced form.

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  “Yes,” he repeats, unzipping his pants, the sound a declaration of intent. I hold my breath, and the garment falls to the floor. I exhale, lightheaded and giddy.

  His cock is outlined against his white cotton underwear, a thick long shaft topped with a broad tip. If I look close enough, and I am looking close enough -- his cock is an arm’s length away from me -- I can see a moist spot in the white cotton, attesting to his readiness.

  Wright hooks his thumbs in the waistband, and pauses. “Still wondering if I can satisfy you, Sadie?”

  He can more than satisfy me. He’s larger than any man I’ve ever taken. “You know what they say” -- I try for cool, but my voice comes out squeaky -- “big boys don’t try.”

  “They’re right.” He chuckles, pulling down his obscenely sexy underwear. His cock unfolds as though reaching for me, his cockhead purple, the veins on his shaft pronounced. “This big boy won’t try to fuck you silly. I will fuck you silly.”

  I lick my lips, longing to touch him, but I can’t. My wrists are cuffed.

  Wright sits on the bed beside me, the mattress dipping with his weight, my body sliding toward him. “Time to play, Sadie.”

  Play! Does he have a ball? Does he?

  He wants to fuck us, you overgrown puppy. The conversation with myself stutters to an abrupt end, as Wright pushes my hair over my shoulder, and his fingertips drifted down my spine, over the curve of my ass. I can’t remain still, pushing my flesh toward him.

  He chuckles. “You like that, don’t you?” Wright pets me some more, exploring the crease under my ass cheeks, the flare of my hips, stroking, stroking, stroking, his callused gun hand deliciously rough.

  “No,” I lie as I moan and wiggle.

  “Naughty Sadie.” He clucks his tongue. “You’ve sworn to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you dog, and I know you like this.” He leans closer to me, his warm breath fanning over my cool skin. “Your body doesn’t lie.” The soft caresses become squeezes, and he positions himself behind me. “I’ll unlock you now, but don’t run.”

  I’m perverse. As soon as he removes the handcuffs, I surge forward.

  “Stay!” His fingers clamp down on my shoulder.

  Master! my inner beagle yips.

  “I don’t answer to my beagle, so don’t talk to me like a dog.” I’ve spent decades subduing the dog side of me, keeping her on a tight leash, and I will control her in bed.

  “Then you don’t want me to fuck you from behind?” His free right hand cups my ass.

  Mate! Of course, I want him to fuck me doggy style, it’s my favorite position, but I stubbornly keep quiet.

  “I thought so.” Wright’s tone is smug. He thinks he has me all figured out. “Up on your hands and knees,” he commands.

  “Go to hell!” But I obey, slanting my ass up in sexual submission.

  “This isn’t hell.” His right palm slides between my ass cheeks down, down, down, until he reaches my juicy pussy. “This is heaven.” He pushes one thick finger into my tight hole. It has been so long since I’ve been touched by another person, since I’ve been fucked, and it feels as divine as he describes it. “And I’m not going here.” He pumps me with sure, long strokes, and I moan into the mattress. “I’m coming here, multiple times.”

  I’m close to coming also. One or two or three more thrusts of that finger and --

  He pauses, withdrawing his gifted right hand, his left hand remaining on my shoulder securing me. I arch, and I push back, but the hand with its thick, wonderful fingers doesn’t return.

  What is he waiting for? I look back at him, meeting his gaze. “Last chance, Sadie. Do you want this?” he asks permission to fuck me.

  I should tell him no. He’s too young, too handsome, too inappropriate, and he’s a cop. I should retain the respect of the police.

  Mate!

  “Yes.” I ignore the rational human part of me and listen to the beagle. “I need your cum in my pussy, and in my ass, and in my mouth.” If I’m to risk my career on a fuck, it will be a glorious fuck, with all my holes well-used.

  “Good girl.” The shudder rolling through him vibrates my skin. “I’ll give you all that and more.” He aligns his thick cockhead with my hole, and pushes into me.

  I whimper, clutching the duvet with my fingers. He’s so large, stretching me, a tinge of pain sharpens my pleasure.

  “God, you’re tight.” He groans as the long slide continues. He pushes and pushes and pushes until I can’t take the fullness.

  “Wright, I can’t,” I confess, his big cock defeating me.

  “A little more, Sadie.” He rubs a thumb over my neck in a soothing motion. “That’s it. That’s a good girl.”

  I’m not a dog, I want to bark, but at this moment, any protest would be a lie. I am his bitch, dominated by him, my mate, a bigger, badder dog with a never-ending cock. Several heartbeats fade before my pussy lips finally press snug against his base.

  “Good girl,” he murmurs again, his lips brushing along my shoulder. He strokes down my side, his hands resting on my hips.

  A bond hums between us, more solid than between dog and master, lover and lover. It feels permanent and scary.

  Mate! My inner beagle recognizes the bond and embraces it, but mates are forever, and I can’t handle forever right now.

  “Fuck me, Wright.” I push back into him, taking his cock even deeper. “Fuck me hard.” I want it hard enough so I forget about everything except his body ramming into mine.

  “Yes.” He withdraws, and I gasp, feeling every inch of him. “Yes.” He rocks back into me. “Yes.” He thrusts deeper and faster, until he pounds his cock into my pussy.

  “Yes, yes, yes.” I take up his song, howling my agreement. His flesh smacks against mine, my pussy gripping him tightly, tremors building in my body, my soul.

  Mine! He is mine. The woman and beagle are in agreement. Officer Wright is mine. I belong to him, and he belongs to me.

  “What do you need, Sadie? What do you want?” Wright’s chest rubs against my back, his lips brushing my left ear, his words curling up inside of me, heating my desire.

  I need his lips on my neck. “Bite me, Wright.” I tilt my head to one side, offering him my unblemished skin. “Claim me.”

  “Fuck, Sadie.” His deep voice is stretched thin with passion. “You’re such a dirty little dog.” Wright’s mouth closes on the delicate flesh near the junction of my neck and shoulder, biting me, marking me as his.

  I scream his name, my back arching, my world exploding. He laughs with pure fucking joy, capturing me between his body and the bed, riding my turmoil, thrusting into the storm of my release. He gives me three hard pumps and hollers his own satisfaction, his cock pumping cum into my greedy pussy, draining him dry, zapping his youthful energy until his arms collapse under his weight, flattening me.

  “Fuck, Sadie.” Wright sounds as drowsy and satisfied as I feel.

  04 Wright’s Blog

  My hot little judge has ignored me for hours. She didn�
�t look up when I locked the courtroom doors. She didn’t glance at me when I blacked out the cameras. She remains focused on the transcripts and notes of the case she will decide upon tomorrow.

  I’m a cop so I understand about duty and commitment, but the hour is late, and I’m extremely horny, the fuck-palooza last night only sharpening my desire for Sadie. I pull out the big guns, or in this case, the red rubber ball, passing it back and forth between my hands. The beagle in her can’t resist, and her head raises from the stack of papers.

  “I’m working,” she reminds me, like I’ve forgotten why my cock isn’t buried deep inside her.

  “So am I.” It isn’t an outright lie. Protecting her is my job, and I continue to do that. “What did Poe’s head vamp say to you?” Her face had blanched after that private discussion.

  “The usual.” She shrugs, her black robes fluttering. “If I convict Poe, he’ll turn me in the most brutal way possible, and use me until the end of time as his personal whipping girl.”

  That’s the usual? I clench my fists, squeezing the ball. “And you will convict him. He’s guilty.” The crime -- the murder of thirty-two hedgehog shifters -- had been particularly grisly.

  “I can’t convict him simply because I think he’s guilty.” She returns her attention to the transcripts, circling passages in red. “The evidence has to prove him guilty.” Deep lines are etched between her soulful brown eyes.

  “Which it does.” The whole damn thing was on camera. “Poe’s henchman isn’t lying, Sadie. If you find his boss guilty, he won’t take it well,” I warn her. Poe is a vindictive vamp, and a bit of a nutjob.

  “They never do, and that’s Judge Sadie.” She’s been holding me at arm’s length since we left the house, trying to separate her personal life and work in the same way she separates woman and beagle.

  I won’t allow her to do either. I approach, tossing the ball in the air, and I smile as her body tenses with each throw. “I’ll protect you, Sadie.” I deliberately drop the judge. “You’re my bitch now.”

  She stacks the papers in a neat pile, her fingers trembling. “If you’re not able to…” She reaches for her gavel. It is her touchstone, I’ve noticed, when the courtroom becomes too heated and emotional. “If you’re not able to protect me” -- she swallows, her gaze on the red ball in my hand --”it’s okay. I knew and accepted my fate when I took this role.”

  She became a judge, despite the dangers, as I became a cop, despite the dangers. We’re the same in this and many other ways. “I’ll protect you, Sadie,” I repeat, rounding the witness stand, her power and bravery exciting me. “It’s what I do.” I’ll die before allowing anything to happen to her. “Catch.” I break the heavy mood by lobbing her the ball.

  She jumps out of her seat, her beautiful face animated, her hands closing around the red sphere. “We can’t play here.”

  “We can, and we will.” I’m so close to her, I smell her excitement, the scent causing my cock to harden. “I’ve watched you all day, striking your gavel, controlling your courtroom. Now, I’m in control.”

  “No,” she whispers as she sits down, but the ball drops to the floor, bouncing, and she tilts her face up to me, her lips parting for a kiss.

  “Yes.” I brush my mouth over hers, the taste of cinnamon and Sadie sucking me in, until my tongue is inside her, twisting, tumbling. I pull the pins from her hair, smiling against her mouth as the locks tumble upon her shoulders, making her appear younger and more vulnerable. Only I see the tender side of Sadie. She’s the tough judge to the rest of the world.

  As I kiss her, I part her black robes to cup her firm breasts, the soft flesh filling my hands like we were meant for each other. She moans, squirming in her seat, her legs parting to straddle my knees, her palms flat on my shirt, her fingers playing with my badge.

  “Up.” I lift her higher, onto the arms of the seat, so her pussy is cock level.

  “Yes.” She breathes the affirmative, grinding against my groin. She isn’t wearing panties under her skirt, as I didn’t retrieve any underwear from her penthouse condo, not wishing any extra layers between us. Like I said before, I’m not a fucking idiot.

  “Yes,” I agree, communicating with her in the shorthand manner of speaking only we understand. No more words are necessary. I read her needs in her face, and I don’t hide mine from her.

  She releases my belt and unzips my pants, as eager as I am to fuck. My pants fall to the floor, the cool air hitting my skin, and I shudder with desire. She smiles, her expression knowing, strong and confident, and she strokes my cock with sure hands, spreading the precum over my tip, grazing my shaft with her short, blunt nails.

  “Fuck.” She’s so wild. I squeeze her splendid tits, and she arches, offering up her neck for me to feast upon. I pinch her silk-covered nipples, and she gasps.

  “Yes, fuck me.” She hikes her skirt up, revealing her reddish-brown private curls, and she spreads her pink pussy lips in a clear invitation. “Fill me,” she commands, taking control of our loving.

  I won’t let her. “I’ll fill you.” I pick up the judge’s gavel, gripping it by its head.

  “No, we can’t,” she protests, her eyes wide, her entire body vibrating with excitement.

  “We will.” I grin, dragging the smooth, carved handle along her pussy, wetting the wood. “Every time you touch your gavel, every time you call for order in your court, you’ll think of tonight, and you’ll think of me.” Judge Sadie and lover Sadie are about to become one, merged, whole, complete. I push the handle into her, and she moans, biting her bottom lip.

  “My sexy judge.” I pump her pussy, fucking her with her own gavel, the symbol of power and authority. She clutches my arms for support, but she doesn’t try to stop me, her legs spread wide, her body leaning back, offering up her wet hole to my loving abuse.

  “If those uptight lawyers could see you now, Sadie.” I angle my thrusts to rub against her clit, and she pants, inhaling and exhaling frantic gusts of air, her breasts heaving.

  “Their cocks would be so hard.” As mine is. I brush against her bare leg, allowing her to feel my desire, and she quivers. She’s close to coming, and I will soon send her over the edge.

  “They’d all want to fuck your hot, tight cunt.” I deliberately use the dirty words as I slam the gavel handle into her. Her juices gush over the head, her tremors build, and I thrust once more, swiping my thumb over her clit, while I kiss her, filling her mouth with my tongue, stifling her screams.

  Her ass flies right off the chair, and I catch her, preventing my enthusiastic beagle from falling. Damn, she’s something, really, really something. “Sadie.” She looks up at me with bleary eyes. “I need to be inside you.” I extract the gavel, setting it beside her notes.

  “Yes.” Her voice is all woman, the judge just retired for the night. She guides me into her, her pussy pulsing around my cockhead, her channel slick with her juices. I can’t go slow, my hips driving forward under their own volition, ramming my cock home. God. I clench my ass cheeks to keep from coming. There is no place in the world better than Sadie’s pussy.

  I lunge into her, moving not only my hips but my entire body, in the quest to be deeper inside her. It isn’t good enough so I pull back for another attempt. I lunge and I pull back, my rhythm wild and out of control. Sadie clutches me, holding on for dear life, her eyes wide, her breathing ragged.

  I kiss her parted lips in a series of fervent love bites, matching my crazy fucking. She yips, I think she’s saying “yes, yes, yes” in beagle-speak, at least I hope she is because if she’s saying “no,” I’m in deep shit, as I can’t stop, my mind consumed by one thought -- to claim my hot little doggy.

  Sadie’s tremors intensify, straining my already nearly nonexistent control. “Sadie!” I holler, uncaring of courtroom audio recordings or the security guards patrolling the corridors, and I make one last savage attempt to drive my cock right into her core, before I come, spurting hot cum with a velocity shocking even myself.


  “Fuck.” I slump over her trembling form. That’s it. I’m done. Everything I had I gave to Sadie. I’ve got nothing left.

  There’s a stretch of silence. Her hands rub my shirt-covered back.

  “I’m going to miss this,” she murmurs into my badge.

  What the fuck? Why does this sound like good-bye? “No, you’re not.” I straighten and give her the glare that makes hardened criminals pee in their pants. She simply blinks those big brown eyes at me. “Because we’ll be doing this on a regular basis.” Hell, we’ll be doing this in five minutes, once I recover.

  “But after tomorrow’s verdict, I won’t need protection anymore.” She says this like she thinks the words coming out of her mouth make sense. Our fucking must have fried her brain also.

  “You may not need my protection.” Knowing the scumbags she tries, her not needing my protection is highly unlikely. “But you’ll need me.” I cup her cheek. “And I’ll need you.” To prove my point, my cock bobs.

  “Hmmm…” Her humming says she thinks I’m full of shit. Fine. I’ll just have to show her then.

  I pick up the gavel.

  05 Sadie’s Blog

  I’m nervous. Not about the verdict I’m delivering today. Poe is as guilty as a defendant can be, the entire hedgehog massacre captured on camera with a couple of fearless zombie witnesses to back the gruesome images up.

  I’m nervous about what will happen after Poe is safely behind bars, and his vamps have sworn their allegiance to hopefully a less demented leader. Will last night’s eight-hour fuckathon with Wright be my last?

  I brush my hand against his as we walk from the car to the courthouse. Although vamps surround the building, their dead-eyed gazes fixed upon me, it is the always-hungry-for-intrigue press stopping me from clinging to my young officer.

  Mate! My beagle doesn’t understand what is going on. She wants to play.