“In that case, I’ll warn you that you’ll be at my mercy tonight just like I was at your mercy earlier today. Are you willing to follow my orders or do you need to be handcuffed?”
Luc’s face broke into a lopsided grin, and Deidre had to hide her own response to his devilish charm.
“I’m completely at your command,” he teased.
“Completely? You swear?”
“I swear.”
“And you won’t go back on your word no matter how tough I might get?”
He chuckled and then agreed. “You don’ scare me too much, Sugar. Your wish is my command.”
Deidre didn’t smile but nodded her approval. “Good. Now go take a shower while I clean the kitchen. By the time I’m done, I expect you to be in bed. Naked.”
His husky laughter curled through her like a lover’s caress. “I don’t have a problem with that order, ” he teased.
He gave her a cocky wink and headed for the bedroom tugging his shirt from his slacks as he went. His playfulness always charmed her the most. It made her ache to touch him, kiss him and get lost in his arms, but she fought her own weakness. She needed strength to match his this once. She needed to stay in control and teach him that being in control wasn’t always necessary.
Deidre busied herself with the dishes, listening for sounds from the bathroom. She heard the shower start and then stop a few minutes later. Luc whistled as he moved into the bedroom, but the whistling ended on a sigh as he flopped down on the bed. She couldn’t see him but she knew he’d be sprawled, spread-eagle, on their bed. Just the thought made her body tighten.
Knowing how exhausted he was every evening, she expected he’d succumb to a little nap once he’d relaxed. That gave her the time and the opportunity to prepare herself. Slipping into their spare bedroom, she quickly stripped down to the skin and donned her new purchases. The black leather bustier was as soft as butter and fit like a second skin. The bra part didn’t cover much; her breasts spilled over the top and the fabric barely covered her nipples.
The matching skirt had attached thong underwear. It was so short and tight that she had to wriggle into it and suck in her tummy to get the zipper closed. Cool air teased her behind because the skirt stopped just scant inches below her buttocks. Lastly, she pulled on a pair of high-heeled, thigh-high boots.
A small riding crop finished the ensemble. Deidre glanced at herself in the mirror and was amazed at how the outfit transformed her normally nondescript image into something exhilarating. Almost stunning, she thought with a grin.
As expected, she found Luc softly snoring. Their bed sat high off the floor and had a headboard, but no footboard. He’d sat down on the end and flung himself backward with his bare feet dangling toward over the end. He still had a towel wrapped around his waist but it didn’t leave much to the imagination. His chest rose and fell with each breath; his impossibly flat stomach looked even harder and flatter as he lay still. Hard, hair covered thighs disappeared beneath the towel. His sizable genitals made a pleasing mound in the center of the terrycloth.
Her mouth watered at the memory of how she’d sucked on him earlier in the day. Making a mental note, she promised to spend a lot more time exploring every inch of his penis and testicles. Cock and balls, she reminded herself. Those were the most commonly used terms. She had to get it right. There was so much to learn, so much she still wanted to know about him, and she’d been naively slow until now.
That was about to change.
Deidre felt dampness collect between her legs, soaking her thong, at the thought of the hours of loving they had to make up for. She wanted to see his cock rigid with arousal, and keep it that way until he begged for release. Then she wanted to tease him and torment him until he lost all control and pounded himself into her with all the strength and emotion she knew he was capable of.
Taking a deep breath, she braced herself for battle, and then tapped his thigh with the riding crop. He woke fully alert, as usual, his eyes going wide at the sight of her. He propped himself on his elbows and scrutinized her from head to foot. His whistle was long and low and appreciative enough to deepen her blush.
He began muttering in Cajun, but Deidre slapped the crop against her hand to garner his attention. “English, Sheriff, and no one gave you permission to speak. In fact, no one gave you permission to stare. Lie back down and get rid of that towel. I ordered you to be naked.”
Grinning and not the least intimidated by her terse tone, Luc lifted his hips enough to whip off the towel and to toss it aside. He lay flat on his back, but his cock rose out of its nest of curls and hardened impressively. Deidre licked her lips. She badly wanted to sink onto his hardness, but she resisted the urge to climb on top of him and impale herself. Instead, she took the riding crop, tapped his cock, and watched it harden and well even more. When she used the end of the crop to gently explore his sac and balls, a small groan escaped Luc.
“Spread your legs,” she ordered sharply.
He quickly obeyed and Deidre hid a grin. Apparently her husband liked having her poke around on his genitals. The idea convinced her to get bolder. “Turn over.”
When he turned onto his stomach, she stepped closer, nudging his thighs apart and grasping his balls in one hand. She caressed him while she ran the end of the crop up and down through the crack of his cheeks. His buttocks tightened involuntarily.
“Relax,” she snapped.
She heard him sigh and he relaxed the muscles enough for her to continue her teasing caresses. Watching his shoulders carefully, she could tell when some of the tension drained from him and when he decided to enjoy the feel of her touch.
“I think you deserve a thrashing for the way you humiliated me in front of your staff today.”
That had his muscles tensing and his attention back to her. “Thrashin’?” he queried, more curious than alarmed. “Is that one of your quaint Yankee terms?”
“It means whipping. Are you man enough to take your punishment?”
“Give it your best shot,” he taunted insolently.
Whack! Deidre cracked him across the buttocks with the crop, his arrogance prodding her to hit him harder than she’d intended.
Luc’s head whipped around. “Damn,” he grumbled. “That stung.”
“Too much for you, big boy?” she taunted, but inwardly cringed at the force she’d used.
He gave her another slashing grin. “I think I can take it.”
Deidre rubbed the crop over his buttocks again, soothing the reddened flesh. Then when he’d relaxed again, she cracked him on each cheek. Whack! Whack!
Before Luc could react, she leaned over and licked the rising welts with slow, wet lashes of her tongue. He squirmed, and she grasped his balls again to hold him still. His grumbling was muffled because he’d buried his face in the bedding. Then she took the sensitive skin of his upper thigh into her mouth, sucking hard and drawing louder moans from him.
When she finally released the flesh, a darkening passion mark appeared just below one of the welts on his left cheek. Deciding she liked her handiwork, she sucked the other cheek until a matching mark appeared at the top of his other thigh.
“Branding me, ma coeur?” Luc whispered roughly.
“I didn’t give you permission to speak,” she snapped, then slapped the crop across his cheeks again. His swiftly indrawn breath was unexpectedly satisfying. She grinned, thinking she could get used to this aggressive aspect of her personality.
“Now turn over again.”
Luc did as she commanded, turning slowly and grimacing when his newly tender ass pressed against the bedspread. Deidre hid another grin. She never would have believed she had a sadistic streak but apparently she’d been harboring a need to lash out at her handsome husband.
The thought troubled her for a minute but she shoved it to the back burner of her mind.
A glance at his face found him a little less playful and a lot more watchful. His eyes had narrowed but her actions hadn’t dulled his aro
usal: his cock was still as hard as a rock. As she tapped it again with the crop, it bobbed against his stomach.
“Gonna brand me there, too, Sugar?” he prompted.
She tapped the whip a little harder against his cock. “With this?” she asked.
“I was thinkin’ with your mouth,” he suggested smoothly.
“If that’s what you want, then it wouldn’t be much of a punishment, would it?”
“I don’ know,” he countered thoughtfully. “I never had no one give me a sucker bite on my cock before. Could be I’d like it. Could be I wouldn’t.”
Deidre leaned down and placed her mouth just above his sac on the bottom side of his cock. She used her lips and teeth to suck on the hard flesh, pulling him deeper into her mouth until he was groaning and reaching for her head. As soon as he grabbed her to hold her closer, she shifted out of his reach and cracked his hands lightly with the whip.
“You don’t have permission to touch me,” she growled, glaring at him. “Now lie back and put your hands behind your head.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He sighed but obeyed.
As soon as he’d done as he’d been told, Deidre brought out another of her sex toys. It was black leather, too. She’d found it while perusing the novelty shop in Randall City. Called a cock ring, it looked like a tiny leather belt, complete with holes to loosen or tighten it. She slipped it around the base of Luc’s cock and tightened it
“Mon Dieu, you’re tryin’ to kill me,” he whispered gruffly. His words sounded desperate, but his body’s involuntary reaction told a different story. His breathing grew rougher by the minute; his cock throbbed and bobbed in impatient demand.
“Oh, I don’t want to kill you,” she whispered softly. “I just want to pleasure you beyond anything you’ve ever known. Then maybe I won’t have to worry about Evangelina’s comments. She says you’ve been restless and prowling.” The thought had her yanking the little leather strap as tight as it would go.
“Now, Sugar,” he cajoled. “You know I don’ want nobody but you in my bed.”
“How about in your holding cell?” She couldn’t keep the jealousy from creeping into her tone. “Am I the only law-abiding citizen you’ve ever interrogated behind those doors?”
Luc started to sit up but she poked him in the chest with the whip and made him lie down again.
“I’ve been worryin’ you might think that. I swear on my life that you’re the first and only woman who’s ever tempted me to use my authority for personal satisfaction.” He’d closed his eyes, but he opened one to peak at her. “And it was some powerful satisfaction,” he added.
“You liked that, huh?”
“Damned straight.”
In response, Deidre dragged her tongue the full length of his erection, bathing him with her hot, wet mouth. He moaned and bucked his hips, coaxing for more. She granted his wish by taking him slowly into her mouth, alternately licking, kissing and sucking until his hips rose off the bed, urging her on.
When he began to tremble, and she knew he was nearing orgasm, she released him altogether and stepped away from the bed. His low, tortured groan echoed around the bedroom.
“You’re really bent on making me suffer, aren’t you, Sugar?”
“No more than you made me suffer earlier.”
“I was good to you, yeah? You do remember that, don’ you?”
She made a non-committal sound and moved around the bed. All her efforts had made her hot already, so she decided to shed the boots. Knowing that she had Luc’s full attention, she turned her back to him and leaned over to remove them. The action made her skirt rise far enough to bare her buttocks. It also drew a low, keening moan from the bed.
“Now I know you’re tryin’ to kill me,” he grumbled. “Are you naked under that skirt or is that a thong you’re wearin’?”
Deidre made quite a process of pulling off one boot, then the other, and wiggling her rear end for full effect. She’d never been so blatantly provocative but she was enjoying the thrill of keeping him horny and off-kilter.
When she turned again, it was to find Luc’s dark gaze glued to her face when he should have been focused on her rear end. His intent scrutiny intimated her a little but she covered the reaction with a harsh tone.
“Now put both your hands on the headboard and hold on tight. Consider it the equivalent of being handcuffed. You aren’t allowed to let go of the bed or to touch me unless I say so. Got that?”
Luc slowly nodded and obeyed, reaching up and grasping the headboard. His arm and shoulder muscles flexed, his chest expanding, the muscles becoming more prominent while his stomach looked impossibly flat.
His eyes still bored a hole in her but she tried to ignore him. Instead, she let her gaze roam slowly over his broad, hair-covered flesh, to his washboard stomach and then to his straining cock. It still stood at attention. When she stared at it for a long minute, it rose and fell against his groin and throbbed with desire. Deidre liked the idea of giving him such a long-lasting hard-on.
Moving closer to the bed, she began using the crop in a different fashion. It had short tassels at the end and she used them to tease every inch of Luc’s skin. Starting with his face, she fanned his cheeks and then moved the soft leather down his neck and throat. Careful to keep the touch feathery light, she ran it up each arm and then back down again, teasing and tickling until Luc began to squirm and mutter to himself in Cajun. Deidre made a mental note to learn more about his native language.
She plucked at his nipples with the end of the crop and swirled the tassels through his chest hair. Then she stroked it back and forth over his groin, watching in fascination, as his cock grew fatter and redder. She could see the veins throbbing under the tightly stretched skin. His hips rocked involuntarily as she teased the swollen flesh with delicate caresses.
“Dieu. Have a heart,” he began to beg.
In response, she smacked him gently with the crop. He stiffened, and then she leaned down to sooth his flesh with a long sweep of her tongue. She smiled as his cock jerked and did some begging of its own but she wasn’t ready to give it the satisfaction it craved. Instead, she kissed and sucked and licked until tension vibrated over every inch of Luc’s body. Until his body beaded with sweat and his breathing fractured. Then she eased away from him.
When he could speak again, he raged at her, his voice vibrating with tension. “You’re a wicked woman with a deep-down sadistic streak.”
“You didn’t kiss me goodbye this morning,” she charged.
He stilled and stared at her. “I didn’t think you’d notice. You were dead to the world.”
“I noticed.” She said, then leaned down and nipped the head of his cock with her teeth.
He groaned and bucked his hips. “In that case, I apologize.”
“Don’t let it happen again. It’s very disrespectful.”
“You have my word but this is still cruel and unusual punishment,” he charged.
She swirled her tongue across the satiny flesh. “Want me to stop?”
“Hell no.” He flashed her a grin, “but I warn you that it’ll be my turn again soon.”
“Is that a threat, Sheriff?”
His eyes glittered darkly as he responded. “A promise.”
Deidre paused as if considering the consequences of her actions but she really didn’t have a concern.
“Don’t move,” she said, leaving the bedroom and heading for the kitchen. She grabbed her last wine cooler and took a long, deep swallow. Carrying it back to the bed, she offered Luc a sip, and he drank greedily. When there was only an ounce or so left, she trickled the chilled liquid over his stomach and genitals, bringing another rumble of sound from him.
Her next move involved crawling onto the bed and onto his chest. She straddled his upper body and kept her back to Luc. Leaning down, she began licking the wine from his stomach, using her tongue to lap at his flesh. As she bent over, the miniskirt slid upward, baring her behind and drawing another round of guttural mu
ttering from her captive lover.
“How bout getting rid of your skirt so I can see that thong?”
“Can’t,” she mumbled, taking his cock into her mouth and sucking off the rest of the wine. She felt his whole body stiffen beneath her, and she sucked harder, swirling her tongue over every inch. His hips started lifting as he thrust himself deep into her mouth.
Deidre allowed him to continue until he was straining for more, then she stopped and sat up straight. His chest heaved between her thighs; making her body weep and making her wish she was rid of the skirt and thong. Arousing Luc had aroused her beyond her wildest imagination. Her breasts were swollen and aching. Her nipples stood at rigid attention.
Deciding to give him a brief respite from the teasing and pleasure herself, she turned around and faced him. His features were tight and flushed with arousal, his expression hungrier than she’d ever seen it. His eyes blazed with turbulent passion, thrilling and exciting her beyond her wildest expectations.
Glancing toward the headboard, she noticed the fierce grip he had on the wood. “You’ve followed orders very nicely, Sheriff,” she said, hiding her smile of satisfaction. “I think you deserve a little reward.”
Luc seemed beyond small talk and that delighted her even more. There was no doubt that she had his undivided attention as she reached behind her and slowly unfastened the bustier. The front of it slid down, gradually exposing her breasts until the nipples sprung free of the leather. She offered them to him.
His mouth greedily latched onto her right nipple, first licking, then kissing, and then sucking. Deidre felt the pull deep inside her, but forced back a moan. She offered him her other breast and trembled as he gave it the same ardent attention. Before long, the blood burned a fiery path through her body, and she withdrew from his mouth before she lost control.
Turning again, she slid back down his body and took his cock in her mouth while she rolled his balls in her hands. She sucked him until he groaned and thrashed, until her body cried out for release and until she couldn’t stand the tension a minute longer. Reaching under her skirt, she shoved aside the strip of leather between her feminine lips and then impaled herself on his straining cock until she couldn’t take another inch. She paused to adjust to the fullness. Slowly undulating, up and down, she rocked on his hard flesh until her own skin burned with fiery heat.
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