Chief of Perversion_a power broker novel

by Sadie Haller

  “I’d like that,” Georgia replies, giving me a glimmer of hope that she’s thawing toward my mom.

  * * *

  Georgia is quiet on the way back to my apartment, and I don’t push. She’s holding her picture close to her heart, and now isn’t the time to intrude on that.

  I felt kind of bad forcing her to go to my mom and George’s for dinner tonight, but it was for her own good.

  “You knew, didn’t you?”

  I don’t bother to feign ignorance. There’s no point. “Yes, I did.”

  “And that’s why you made me go?”

  “Yes,” I admit. “Forgive me?”

  She lets out a long, loud sigh. “I suppose so.”

  “I’m curious, how come your dad didn’t know about Cornell?”

  “When he refused to fund the education I wanted, I saw no point in telling him. It’s not like he’d be proud of me.”

  I reach for Georgia’s hand and give it a gentle squeeze. “My mom is. And I am.” I don’t give her even a moment to shrug it off. I just change the subject.

  “We have some business I promised to revisit when we get home. And trust me when I tell you, that’s pretty much all I thought about the entire evening. I plan on revisiting that business all night.”

  “I thought you have an early morning breakfast meeting.”

  “I do. I just didn’t mention it’s back-to-back with my all-night business meeting with you.”

  I’ve been fighting my cock all night, and the closer we get to my apartment, the harder it gets.

  “Can we maybe postpone this?”

  “Oh, no. I love how you respond to my hand and my belt, and I plan to spend the rest of tonight exploring what else gets you all wet and needy.”

  The last few minutes of the drive are silent as I get myself into the right headspace for this evening’s activities.

  When we get in, I gently take the photo from her and place it on the table next to the door.

  “You can find a place for that later. Now strip, then bend over the back of the couch with your legs spread as wide as you can.” I order Georgia as soon as I close the apartment door.

  She gives me the sexiest sultry look as she leaves a trail of clothes from the doorway to the couch.

  “Such a good girl for me. Wait there, I’ll be back in a minute. I have a few surprises in store for you.”

  A few minutes later, I return with lube, a butt plug, and the new toys I had stashed away in my office. “Such a pretty sight. It looks like you’re already wet, Georgia.”

  I quickly lube up the plug and push it into her asshole. “Good girl. This is getting almost easy. Might be time for a bigger plug.”

  She groans, and I chuckle. I think you protest too much, my sweet.

  The marks from your earlier spanking are fading. I think you need some that will last longer. Grabbing the carbon fibre cane, I hold it against her ass and shift around until I’m in the perfect position, I then lay the first stripe across her ass. Right in the middle.

  Georgia yelps, shifts her weight from one foot to the other, like a little dance as she registers the full impact. “Ow, ow, that fucking hurts.”

  “It’s a cane, you shouldn’t be surprised. I wonder how wet I’m going to find you after your fifth stripe.”

  “Five?” she screeches.

  “You have a safeword. Are you using it?”

  “No. But it would serve you right if I did.”

  “Not funny, Georgia.”

  “I know.”

  “That’s an extra stripe. And that’s a problem, because there won’t be the same number of stripes either side of this middle one, and that will make your ass look asymmetrical.”

  “Oh, we wouldn’t want that. Maybe you should just stick with the original five.”

  “Seven it is, then.”

  I space each strip evenly above and below the first, taking time between each for Georgia to fully appreciate the experience.

  When I’m done, I slide my hand between her legs. “Oh, Georgia, you are positively drenched. I think I’d like to take advantage of that.” I really want to take her bare and I no longer see any reason not to. “Condom or no condom?”

  “No condom,” she whispers.

  Unfastening my trousers, I free my erection and push my way into that sweet pussy of hers. Even though she’s really wet, the plug in her ass makes it a tighter fit. Once I’m all the way in, I reach around and trap her clit between my index and middle fingers and apply lots of pressure as I thrust my cock into her pussy in long, hard strokes.

  “Heath, I want to come.”

  “Go ahead. You’ve been so good tonight, you come as much as you need.”

  I can feel her muscles contracting and I’ll never get tired of the low wail she does when she comes.

  She comes twice more before I finally let myself go and collapse over her back.

  “I may have exaggerated a bit when I said we were going to go all night,” I tell her as I pull out.

  “That’s okay. I can deal. Everyone hits that point in their li—”

  “Enough with the sass, you.” I slap her ass. “Up you get and meet me in the bathroom, unless you want to wear that plug all night.”

  “I’m going.” When she stands, she wobbles a bit.

  “Whoa there. I should have considered you would be a bit light-headed.” I bend slightly, placing one arm around her back and the other beneath her knees and pick her up.

  “You can put me down, I’m fine now.”

  “No. I like this plan better.”

  Once we’re showered and in bed, I pull her to me and wrap both arms around her. “You know I won’t ever do anything to harm you, right?”

  “Yeah. I know.”

  39

  Georgia

  We’ve settled into a routine of sorts. While Heath is at work, I go stir-crazy in his apartment with nothing to do except read, watch TV, and cook.

  Except today, Frances took me shopping along Fifth Avenue. I didn’t buy anything, but we had a lot of fun trying on outlandish outfits neither of us would ever actually wear. We both laughed a lot and had a fabulous time.

  When I get home, Heath is already there.

  “Hey,” he says as I walk through the door.

  “Hey, how was your day?”

  “Nothing special. Went over to Grant’s and shot the shit over pizza and beer. How was yours? Have you eaten?”

  “Mine was a lot of fun, and yes, I’ve eaten. Your mom took me for dinner at a burger place in Rockefeller Center.”

  Smiling, he holds his hand out to me. “Let’s watch Netflix and chill.”

  I laugh. “I know the code.”

  He ushers me to the sofa and pulls me into his lap, then flicks on the TV. “What would you like to watch?”

  “I get to choose? Anything I want?”

  “Anything,” he says as he hands me the remote.

  I flick through Heath’s list, because I know there are shows there we’ll both enjoy. I settle on an action comedy.

  While the film is playing, Heath’s hands never stop moving over my body. His fingers trailing up and down my arms, his hands cupping my breasts, caressing my belly, my legs. He lays lines of gentle kisses along the curve of my neck, and I lean my head back on his shoulder.

  “Ready for bed?” he whispers in my ear.

  Nodding, I turn off the TV and climb out of his lap. He takes my hand and kisses the back of it, before leading me to our bedroom.

  When he releases my hand, I look up at him, not daring to ask questions.

  Cupping my cheek, he leans down and kisses me.

  It’s not one of those hungry, demanding kisses he usually gives. This is tender. The sort of kiss I’d imagine a lover would give.

  He pulls back enough for our gazes to lock. “I want you.”

  I nod, because there is something in this moment that feels special, and I’m terrified if I were to speak, it would be dissipate like mist on a sunny morning.
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  Lifting the hem of my t-shirt, he tugs it up over my head and drops it on the floor. I immediately wish I’d forsaken the white cotton bra for something sexier.

  “Don’t,” he says. “Don’t think, just feel.”

  With a practiced move, he deftly unfastens my bra with one hand and slides it off my arms. My nipples are hard and achy, and he leans in and flicks the tip of his tongue over each one, making me moan. Gentle isn’t something I’ve come to expect from Heath, and it throws me off kilter.

  His tongue continues to tease my nipples as he unfastens my jeans and slides them, along with my underwear, down my thighs. Grasping my bare ass with both hands, he walks me backward until my knees bump up against the side of the bed and I sink down onto the mattress. He sinks to his knees, sliding my jeans and underwear the rest of the way off. He tosses them in the general direction of my discarded shirt and pushes my knees apart, exposing me to him fully.

  “Beautiful. So beautiful and wet for me.”

  He slowly kisses his way up the inside of my thigh and I’m lost. I don’t know how to deal with this side of him. Then his teeth graze my clit. The sensation is entirely foreign to me. I’ve had guys who knew their way around a clit, but nobody had ever used teeth on me. I shift slightly to get a better view of the action.

  He pulls back and looks up at me. “Lay back, Georgia. I need room to work here, and only one of us needs to be able to see what I’m doing. I told you before, I want you to feel.”

  I lay back and close my eyes as he returns to his spot between my legs. This time, he slides two fingers deep inside me while he works my clit over with his tongue and lips and teeth. It’s not long before I feel the first flutterings of an orgasm. When a soft mewling sound escapes my lips, he turns up the intensity. He sucks harder, his fingers move faster, and I let out a long, low wail as my world explodes into wave after wave of pleasure.

  I open my eyes as he moves out from between my legs. He’s stripping, and I grin, making no effort to hide my ogling. He grins back. “All for you, Georgia.”

  It’s a good thing, too, because I can be a greedy bitch.

  Stepping back between my legs, he slides a finger through my slick folds. “Scootch up a little,” he says. I put my heels on the edge of the mattress and push myself backward to make space. He climbs onto the bed and spreads my legs wide with his knees, then leans forward and takes my nipple between his lips and sucks hard while he gently pinches the other one sending sparks straight to some place deep in my pussy. He switches sides, and I tilt my hips in search of his cock, but he shifts out of reach.

  Somehow, I think any other time, doing that might earn me a punishment. And I like that idea.

  For some other time.

  He releases my nipples and slides up my body until he’s kissing me again, in the same slow, languid way he did earlier.

  He positions himself at my entrance and slowly pushes a little way in, then almost out, then back in a little farther. All the while, kissing me like I’m precious. His gentleness is going to break me. And even though I find the thought terrifying, I welcome it.

  When he’s fully inside me, drops his head into the crook of my neck and holds himself still. I can feel his cock pulsing and when I give an experimental squeeze, he groans. “Georgia, don’t,” he murmurs into my neck. I do it again, because that groan of his made me feel powerful.

  He lifts his head and shakes it slightly. He has a stern look, but his eyes are twinkling. “I’m trying to exercise some self-control and you are not helping.”

  I squeeze again, and he takes my hand and maneuvers it between us, until it’s between my legs. “Thanks to your impressive muscle control, I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer, so if you want to come again, you’re going to have to help yourself along.”

  I’m torn. I’ve never made myself come in front of anyone before, and I’m nervous, but I want to please this man who I’ve come to like more than I really want to admit.

  As he pumps into me, I rub my clit with my fingers in just the way that gets me off the fastest. “I can’t hold on,” he says as his thrusts get shorter and quicker, making him bang hard against my fingers, giving me that little extra something. His hips jerk erratically has he follows me over the cliff into oblivion.

  We lay there for a few minute breathing hard against each other’s skin. He kisses my neck. “Stay right here. I’m just going to get a warm cloth. I’ll be right back.”

  I’m boneless and couldn’t move if I tried. When he comes back he cleans me up and helps me under the covers, then pulls me tight against his side.

  “Georgia, I want you in my bed every night. I want to be able to kiss you whenever the mood strikes me. I want more than sex.”

  God help me. “Me too.”

  40

  Georgia

  I’m startled when my work phone rings in my purse. It’s kind of weird how fast I got used to not listening for it.

  “Yes?”

  “Hi Gee. I’m just checking in to see how things are going. Any problems since we last spoke?” Sandy asks.

  “No. I think I may have just been overly paranoid.”

  “In our line of work, there’s no such thing as overly paranoid. Having talked to our mutual friend, I’m inclined to keep you out of the rotation for a bit longer.”

  “I’m going to go crazy if I don’t get back to work soon.”

  “How about if I bring you into the office, and you can work dispatch for a while?”

  “I’d rather do the job I get paid for.”

  “So stubborn. In that case, I’ll put you into the rotation starting mid-month, but under no circumstances are you to take another chance like this last one or I will fire your ass—provided you survive. I’m also going to keep you away from any indigo calls for a while.”

  “Okay.” I hope she can’t hear the relief in my voice. I’ll go wherever I’m sent, but knowing they’re not going to send me into any cop homes for a while makes me feel less stressed.

  “I’ll text your schedule as soon as I have it figured out.”

  “Thanks, Sandy. By the way, any word on how our mutual friend is doing?”

  “She’s healing. She wants to see you, but I think that’s a bad idea at this point.”

  “I understand.” And I do. But effectively being told I can’t visit Katie still rankles. I want to see for myself that she’s okay.

  “Take advantage of your ten days off.”

  “Will do.”

  I disconnect the call and turn around to see Heath standing in the doorway.

  “What’s going on?”

  “Just work. They’re putting me back in the rotation in ten days.”

  “Is that really a good idea?”

  “My choice. It’s better than me sitting around your apartment going stir-crazy.”

  “Georgia, what was that about wanting to see her, but not until it’s safer to do so?”

  “Nothing you need to worry about.”

  He closes in on me and pulls me into his arms. “Sweetheart, I worry.”

  “It’s all taken care of. There’s nothing for you to fix. So can you please just drop it?”

  He tucks a finger under my chin and tips my face up toward him. “For now, if you can promise me you’re not just brushing me off about this.”

  “I’m not.” Not really.

  He kisses the end of my nose. “In that case, we have ten days for me to keep you from going stir-crazy in my apartment. How would you like to start by coming with me to Toronto tomorrow evening? I’m scheduled to be there for a couple of days to scope out locations. I’m thinking of opening a hotel there, and I think you should come with me. What better way to avoid stir-craziness than world travel.”

  I laugh. “Good grief, it’s Canada. World travel means at least going somewhere we can’t practically see from your balcony, like New Zealand or Switzerland.”

  “Fine, maybe it’s not quite world travel. Would you like to come?”


  The temptation to get away is strong. But I feel like I should be close by.

  41

  Heath

  I leave the office early the next day because I have some papers for my mom to sign, and I decide to take them to her and have a visit rather than have her come in to do it.

  “—and Margaret are beside themselves with worry,” I hear George say as I enter the living room.

  “What’s going on?” I ask.

  “You remember Frank and Margaret Lewis, from the wedding?” Mom asks.

  “Of course. Frank was George’s best man, right?”

  “Yes,” George confirms. “We just found out their daughter, Katie, has been missing since the day of our wedding.”

  “That’s terrible. Any idea what happened?”

  “Not really,” Mom says. “Her husband was here this afternoon asking if we’d seen or heard from her. The poor man has had to cut his shifts way back at the police station, so he can concentrate on following up on any leads. He’s a detective, you know.”

  Jesus. This has to be the friend Georgia saved that day. The one whose husband is a potential problem. And he was here. Thinking Georgia had filled them in on what happened?

  And I am in the awkward position of having information that George and my mom really should know, yet I can’t say a word.

  “That’s awful. I hope she turns up soon, safe and sound.” I pull a small sheaf of papers and a pen from my briefcase and pass them to my mother. “Here are the papers I need you to sign.”

  She takes them from me, reads each over, and signs and initials in all the places Nicole helpfully indicated with sticky tabs before handing them to me. I double check nothing’s been missed and stow them away.

  “One last thing, I want you two to know that Georgia and I are…involved.”

  George takes it far more calmly than I had expected. “I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, son,”

  “Oh, pish, George,” Mom admonishes. “I think it’s perfectly lovely.”

  “Right, I need to be going. I’m off to Toronto tonight and will be back in a couple of days.