Federal Discipline

by Loki Renard

  She was gathering the nerve to answer when a knock at the door made them fly apart.

  “Come in,” Jack called out as if nothing had happened. As if they hadn’t almost been caught in a most inappropriate embrace.

  “Test results for you, sir.” It was a rookie, clutching a manila folder. He handed it to Jack, then scurried off without another word.

  “Ah,” Jack said. “Mr. Brampton’s extended toxicology results. Perhaps these will tell us what was going on with him.”

  Putting carnal matters to the side, he shook out the results, sat behind his desk and perused them with a slight frown. “Hm.”

  “Hmm?” Jamie edged around the desk so she could look at them too.

  “He was clean, according to this. No meth, no coke, no weed, not even alcohol. No other known poisons either, no lead, no mercury…”

  “Well he was clearly on something,” Jamie said. “He was out of his mind. He murdered someone. In cold blood. Like an animal.”

  “Perhaps a mental break,” Jack said. “Or perhaps something else.”

  “Like a daemon?” Jamie guffawed. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

  “I didn’t say it was a daemon,” Jack replied. “And watch your tone, Missy.”

  Smirking, Jamie shook her head and took the opportunity not only to mock Jack, but her own privately held fears. “You want some cleansing crystals? Maybe we can perform an exorcism?” She snapped her fingers and pointed at him. “I know, we’ll solve this case with a séance.”

  Jack stood up, hands on his hips as he glowered down at her. “It’s been far too long since I spanked you.”

  Caught up in her amusement, Jamie didn’t pay nearly as much attention to the warning as she probably should have.

  “You wanna hold hands and chant? Maybe we can summon the daemon and question him directly… hey!”

  Jack reached down, wrapped his hand about her slim wrist and pulled her up against his body. The hard reminder of his physical presence killed the laughter on her lips as she stared up at him, waiting to see what he was going to do next.

  “You need to watch yourself, Missy,” he growled down at her. “This isn’t a time for flippancy.”

  “Is that a crucifix in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?” Jamie quipped shamelessly. There really was a hard protuberance in the region of her lower belly, and she doubted it was Jack’s gun.

  He let her go and scowled down at her. “Minx.”

  “I’m not the one going about the place manhandling people,” Jamie said blithely. She felt she had the upper hand, and she was very much enjoying it.

  “It’s not manhandling, Miss Black. It’s discipline. You’re in dire need of it. But right now, we’ve got work to do. Obviously Lee Brampton wasn’t the only person going around killing people. His wife was assaulted after he died, and the second female victim was also dispatched after his death.”

  “We need witnesses,” Jamie said. “We’ve got none. All we have is a bunch of dead people. And they’re not talking.”

  “You’re right,” Jack agreed. “There’s a lot of dead people, and not a whole lot of chatter. It’s time we started pushing. Here’s what I want you to do. I want you to compile a list of everyone known to the Bramptons and the previous victims. I want those lists cross-referenced to see if there are any overlapping areas. We need to generate some of our own leads, and we need to do it now.”

  “So… no servicing?” Jamie pouted slightly. The moment was gone and she knew it, but her loins had not gotten the message. She was going to need to change her panties she was so wet.

  “Later,” he winked. “When we’ve earned it.”

  *****

  That job turned out to be much more tedious than it sounded. It was data entry, basically. Jack insisted that no area of the victims’ lives was too small to omit, so Jamie found herself listing not only address books, but professional contacts too, workmates, ex workmates, lawyers, post men, pharmacists, travel agents. The lists went on and on and on. It took most of the day to compile even a semi-complete list, by which time Jamie was thoroughly sick of staring at a computer screen.

  “We’ll keep working late,” Jack announced to her dismay. “I want to get this done tonight. Tomorrow we can go ahead and start interviewing anyone who shows up on more than one list.”

  “There has to be a better way,” Jamie groaned.

  “Forensics haven’t come up with anything, Black. That means we need to handle this case another way. The old fashioned way.”

  “Count on you to like the old fashioned way of doing things,” she muttered.

  “I like the old fashioned way of spanking your bottom until you stop complaining,” he replied. “Sorry this job can’t be all bullets and bodies.”

  “Remember when you thought I couldn’t handle the bullets and the bodies?”

  He chuckled. “I do. I never suspected it was the paperwork you couldn’t handle.”

  “It’s just so tedious, and time consuming. Whilst I’m sitting here like some kind of mad wedding planner putting together the world’s worst guest list, there are probably more people dying.”

  “There are always people dying,” Jack said. “We do our best. That’s all we can do.”

  “Our best should be better,” Jamie grumbled, going back to her list making.

  “Found any links yet?” Jack turned the conversation back to the matter at hand.

  “Well, they all lived in the same city, so some of them shopped at the same supermarkets, and one or two appear to have checked books out of the same library, but social circle wise, not a huge connection. The victims are from all walks of life, all social strata. It doesn’t make sense.”

  “It makes sense,” Jack said. “We’re just not seeing it from the right angle yet. There will be a connection.”

  Jamie made a frustrated groan and let her forehead come to an abrupt rest on the desk. “So. Tedious.”

  “Okay, agent,” Jack said. “You’ve been at this a while. We both need to clear our heads. Let’s go out, grab some dinner, and see if we can come up with something afterward.”

  *****

  Though he couldn’t really show it, Jack found Jamie’s frustration somewhat endearing. It was nice to have a rookie who was that eager to get the job done. And it was understandable that she didn’t like making lists. It was sort of a last ditch attempt to try to generate some investigative leads. In a case where all parties involved were deceased, it was easy to get stalled.

  Jamie eagerly agreed to dinner, in fact, she chose the place they ended up at. It was a steak house, which served lagers by the pint and wine by the bottle. A cozy little table in the corner was a nice spot to eat and talk, and they did both.

  “So, are you happy now you’re working in the field?” Jack made casual conversation.

  “Yes,” Jamie smiled. “Definitely.”

  Shaking his head, Jack chuckled into his beer. “Most rookies would be terrified.”

  “I guess I’m not most rookies.”

  “No,” Jack said. “You’re certainly not. You’re not afraid about what happened at your apartment?”

  “Why would I be afraid?” A slight scowl appeared between Jamie’s fine brows. “I was shocked at first, yeah. Someone came into my house. Smudged my mirror. Left a body behind for good measure. But I’m not going to be afraid because someone wants me to be. That poor woman, she wasn’t me. I’m not some street person this guy can lure into a car and kill. I’m a federal agent. I come fully armed. If he wants to use my couch as dead body storage, I have a problem with that, but I’m not scared of some twisted little psycho. Don’t worry about that.”

  Her lip was curled disdainfully, her tone laced with disgust. Jack realized that she truly wasn’t afraid for herself. If anything, the person or persons responsible for breaking into her apartment had only succeeded in annoying her.

  “I liked that couch,” Jamie muttered, taking a sip of wine. “I don’t suppose insurance will cover
a replacement either. Dammit.”

  Some might have thought her cold for being more concerned about her couch than the woman, but Jack understood. You had to stay practical; you couldn’t give into emotion and hysterics. With every passing hour he spent with Jamie, his admiration for her grew – as did his concern. She was beautiful, passionate, intelligent and brave. But she wasn’t bulletproof, and she was almost certainly in the cross-hairs of a killer.

  “So,” Jamie said, a little smile playing across her lips as she gazed at him. “What shall we do tonight? Will you still be playing babysitter?”

  Jack snorted. “You’re staying at my place, agent. Until this case is over, I don’t intend on letting you out of my sight.”

  “Really?” Jamie bit her lower lip and gave him a crooked grin. “Are you going to cuff me to you, to make sure I don’t get away?”

  “That’s not a bad idea,” he growled softly. Oh she did so enjoy teasing him. It was time that the teasing stopped, though. It was time he showed her all he wanted to do to her, to stop playing and to start taking.

  Abandoning work for the evening, Jack took Jamie back to his apartment. Neither of them could concentrate on work with so much sexual tension. Best to get it out of the way, best to fuck his sexy little rookie senseless, then get back to work.

  For once, Jamie didn’t question or argue. She was very compliant with the change of venue, even more so when he reached over and slid his hand between her thighs as they drove along. He kept his hand there, grazing the side of his hand against the apex of her thighs.

  “Quit teasing me, Agent Harley,” Jamie complained.

  “Oh don’t worry,” he winked, pressing his hand more firmly against her soaking crotch. “This time I’ll be following through come hell or high water.”

  By the time they got to his apartment she was hanging off him as they kissed deeply, Jack’s hands cupped the neat, firm rounds of Jamie’s bottom, sliding under her panties to clasp warm soft skin, and a smattering of lace. She rode against him, pressing her hips forward shamelessly.

  “Easy,” he breathed against her mouth. “I’ll have your sweet pussy wrapped around me soon enough.”

  Jamie drew back. He saw a spark of lust and surprise in her blue gaze. Maybe she was surprised by the forwardness of his speech, which bordered on crude. She didn’t seem to mind it, though. If anything, the movement of her hips became a little more needful.

  But Jack had no intention of rushing their first time. Sliding his hands around under the curve of her cheeks, he felt the telltale dampness, a smooth gliding moisture coating the crotch of her panties. She was probably ready that instant. He could have pulled her panties down and fucked her right there beside the door.

  But he wanted more than that. He wanted to part the buttoned lines of her blouse, free her breasts from the bra, and feast upon the flesh below. This he did, one arm wrapped around her lower back as he deftly unbuttoned her shirt and unsnapped her bra. It flew open from the center, revealing two pert, pink tipped breasts just waiting for his attention.

  Cupping one breast in his hand, Jack kissed Jamie deeply, his tongue sliding against hers in an old, needful rhythm. Meanwhile, she was pushing her skirt and panties down, hopping on one foot to free herself of the fetters of her clothing.

  Once Jamie had made herself naked, he carried her over to the sheepskin rug in front of the television and laid her down. The pale lines of her gorgeous female frame were bared to his gaze, her body neat and athletic, but with feminine softness about her hips and bottom and breasts and thighs – all the delicious places a woman should be soft. His cock was rock hard as he stared down at her, forgetting his own clothed state as he drank her in.

  A soft female scent was rising from between her thighs. He could resist it no longer. Sliding down and between her legs, he parted them and pressed his tongue to the hot core of her being. The touch was met with a shudder of pleasure. For long, languid minutes, he lapped slowly from just above her cute bottom all the way to the top of her clit. Her pussy flowered beneath his tongue, lips unfurling like petals as they responded to his touch.

  The dark aperture between her inner lips called to him and he could not resist. Sliding a finger inside her, he tested her depths. The soft but strong walls of her pussy clenched at his finger and she lifted her hips and moaned with need as he slowly thrust that digit in and out of her body. He knew one finger would not come close to satiating her. He wanted her primed, willing, so desperate for his cock that she would beg for him to press inside her.

  He kept the probing finger inside her body as he slid back up, kissing her neck and growling in her ear. “Are you ready, Jamie?”

  She moaned softly, her head turned to the side to allow him greater access to kiss and softly bite at her neck. He curled his finger up inside her and pressed a little deeper, asking the question again.

  “Are you ready to be fucked?”

  Her eyes, which had been half closed, flew open. She turned her head toward him and he saw a faint pink blush across the bridge of her nose and her cheeks. She did not seem offended. She seemed… eager.

  He slid his finger out, then traced it softly over her wet pussy lips. “Are you ready to be fucked, Jamie?” He repeated the question yet again as a thousand little tremors sped through her body.

  She nodded wordlessly, giving him permission to consummate that which had been between them from the moment they’d met. Moving tenderly, Jack covered her body with his and pressed the thick head of his cock to the flared entrance of her pussy. He was still clothed. His need for her was too urgent to bother with anything besides freeing his cock from the confines of his pants and pushing it inside her.

  She was so slick, so wet with need. He felt her struggling to adjust to him at first, but he pressed on, knowing she wanted it, knowing that being filled, feeling her body accommodate his entire girth and length would give her more pleasure than any tentative attempt at lovemaking.

  He pressed in until the pink nub of her clit was grinding against his pubic bone, until she was fully wrapped around him, her sweet pussy filled to the brim with his cock.

  “Are you okay?” he whispered the word against her ear, and pressed a kiss to her neck thereafter.

  “Please,” she moaned. “More.”

  He withdrew an inch, then sank back inside, keeping her filled. It felt so good to be inside the tight velvet walls of her pussy that he never wanted to leave. She was intoxicating, wrapped around him so snugly he could feel every convulsion as her hips moved in an instinctual grind. More. She wanted more. She was going to get more.

  Sliding his hand up her face in a soft caress, he wrapped his hand in her golden hair and pressed hard kisses to her lips. “I’m going to fuck this pussy of yours because it’s mine,” he ground out. “Understand?”

  He felt the walls of her pussy clench with approval. Jamie was a modern woman, whip smart and brave as anything, but she loved to be dominated. He could feel her pussy leaking fresh juices all over his cock in response to the idea of being his.

  With that, Jack claimed Jamie for all he was worth. Over and over, the hard rod of his cock thrust inside her, spearing into tender pink flesh, parting the wet and wanting lips of her cunt with a relentless rhythm.

  “You’re my girl,” he growled against her ear. “And this is my body. This is my pussy to have, so you better keep it ready for me.”

  “Yes,” Jamie gasped, her usually pale face flushed an alluring pink hue. He reared up so as to look down at her body, watch his cock slide in and out of her lips. They were stretched around him so prettily, the bud of her clit erect and proud. Her breasts swayed with every thrust, neat jiggling rounds with dancing nipples. She was more than beautiful, she was so gorgeous he could barely contain his cum.

  “Tell me,” he said. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

  “You, sir,” she moaned.

  The sir was a nice touch. He liked it and he loved her being so submissive. He was seeing another si
de of her, a softer side, a side that he instinctively wanted to protect. With his hands on her hips, he fucked her slowly, watching the ridges of his dick disappear then reappear.

  She started to cum, unable to contain herself. He could feel the pulsing of the walls of her cunt, gripping at him as he slid in, pulling him deeper, urging the cum out of his balls. He lost control with her, abandoned himself to the orgasm that rushed from his nape and toes and shot through the very core of his being into her body.

  Bearing down to keep his cock as deep inside her as possible, he felt his cum shooting inside her, coating those willing walls with his essence. She was his now, she was his in every sense of the word. A wave of tenderness followed the rush of lust and he cradled her in his arms, holding her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. “I’m going to keep you safe, Jamie,” he said, pressing kisses to the place where neck met jaw.

  “Me too,” she smiled, turning over to cuddle up against him. “I’ll keep you safe.”

  Jack chuckled and kissed her again. “I’m sure you will.”

  Chapter Nine

  Jamie had never been the type to sleep with her boss. But what she and Jack had done felt less like subordinate and superior rutting and more like being claimed by the man who was meant for her. The next morning she opened her eyes to a new world, a world in which she was no longer alone. A world in which she was held and cared for by the man who had once been surprised by her vagina, but now seemed very fond of it.

  “Morning, brat,” Jack drawled, dropping a kiss on her nose.

  “Brat?” Jamie batted her eyelashes at him. “I’m not a brat.”

  “You’re one through and through,” he corrected her. “You’re a brat and I’m your boss and we both need breakfast.”

  It did not escape Jamie’s notice that Jack was in an incredibly good mood. Jovial, almost. The case was still going quite horribly, so she surmised his shift in mood was closely linked to their shared intimacy. She was proved right when he wrapped his big arms around her as she poured her coffee, and pressed a kiss to her neck.