In His Custody

by Morganna Williams

  Mindy was a fan of changing her hair color. The first time I came here, it was jet black. Since then, it had traveled the course of the rainbow and tonight it was a fascinating gray-green combination. She reached out with both arms and I placed my hands in hers. Gently, I pulled her over to a couch with a smile, easing her down beside me.

  “What this is, it’s not make believe. Whether you realize it or not, you spanked obedience into me. Hell, I’ve even given up my little Facebook groups I used to frequent.”

  Facebook, something I didn’t even want to think about. Evans had kept a close eye on the social media site, but to no avail. We knew Dollface was out there, lurking. We were just waiting for the next body to drop.

  I put my hand on her thigh; the soft richness of the skin was an immediate turn-on. “Facebook is a naughty place to go, darling.”

  She shivered under my touch and my tone of voice. “I’m sorry, Mister. I didn’t know.”

  “Ignorance is never an excuse.” I signaled for her to come across my lap. “What happens to bad girls?”

  The joy in her voice was quite evident. There was even more passion from Mindy when my hand came down across the bottom of that short skirt. She cooed and began begging for more. “Harder, Mister, harder!”

  I liked it when she begged. It was a clear sign to me who was in control and who enjoyed being under the hand of the controller. If she wanted more, then my darling would get more. I gave her bubble butt two more firm swats. After the second one, I left my hand there and began massaging the cheek. The feel of her supple ass in my hand was euphoric.

  As I went from spanking to massaging, Mindy’s coos changed. The way she moaned as I slowly and delicately rubbed her reddening ass would be enough to drive a grown man to do silly things. Under my control, Mindy was an expert in making the most subtle noises so sensual. The moaning, right before her mouth engulfed my cock for a moment, was just the perfect example.

  Soon I left Mindy’s ass and worked my way toward her wetness just under the hem of the blue skirt. Her body responded by tightening up for a moment before relaxing under the carefully guided motions of my fingers. As I worked her, Mindy purred like a cat, one that was completely at peace.

  Well, that wasn’t going to work. I exited her pussy and slapped her once again. The palm of my hand made a nice red mark on her white ass. “Naughty girls don’t get to relax, darling.”

  “I’m so sorry, Mister!” She was back at attention, her eyes wide and alert. “It won’t happen again.”

  “For your transgression, I get to come twice before you can.”

  She looked mortified. “But Mister!”

  “No buts, darling.” Sliding her over, I unbuckled my pants and let my stiffened cock out. “You can rebut your punishment orally.”

  Knowing my word was law, Mindy’s red lips took me in fully. She slowly worked the shaft, pausing every so often to play with the head expertly with that tongue of hers. The longer she sucked and tickled the closer to my crescendo I came. Then, with reflexes like a cat, she popped off of me and dropped to her knees, allowing me to come all over her chest. Oh, what a turn-on it was to see my seed land on those magnificent tits and then work its way down, decorating the area between them.

  When I finished, she didn’t give me a pause, taking my cock into her hand. “I need that second orgasm, Mister. You don’t know how bad I need to come after that.” Each word was emphasized with a jerk to me, bringing me back to full erection.

  I was horny, but not horny enough to allow her to overwhelm me. Coming to my senses, I sprang up and twisted her around. “Did you forget who the Mister was in our arrangement?” Her ass was hanging out from under her skirt as she was bent over the couch. Still red from her earlier spanking, I added some more color to her butt with my hand.

  My hand wasn’t effective enough though. She’d been defiant, challenging me. Reaching down to my pants, I took off my belt. A few tastes of leather would do the trick. I snapped it across her ass. She hadn’t been expecting that and let out a high-pitched squeal. “Now, now,” I said patiently. “Let’s keep the squirming to a minimum.”

  The second belt hit had the same reaction. She looked up at me with her big doe eyes, apologetically. “I’m so sorry, Mister.”

  I could see her leaking down her leg. The belt had made her even hornier. The smell that came with it was intoxicating. All I could do was plunge my cock into her and begin the act of passionate lovemaking. She was mine, all mine. True to my command though, she let me finish a second time before her orgasm took hold. I could read her body well. The moment the trembling began, Mindy was about to hit cloud nine. Her perfectly manicured nails gripped her own thighs for support as her internal muscles began to convulse around my stiffened cock. Her beautiful gray eyes were wide open and her ruby red lips opened as she gasped for air. She kept eye contact with me, just to make sure I knew this was only for me.

  Much to my surprise, as I stood there and watched with delight as Mindy orgasmed for me, a third orgasm erupted to coincide with hers.

  * * *

  Just like every time, after we finished, I sat at the bar and we talked until The Red Room closed. Mindy wanted to know more about me, so I told her enough without letting on I was a federal agent. “I came from D.C. to Orlando a few weeks ago on a contracting job. I’m here until it’s finished.”

  “I wondered why you never invited me back to your place,” she said playfully. “I figured maybe you just liked the interior decorating of our little club.”

  It was my turn to ask a question. “So when do I get a real name?” She acted shocked that I knew Mindy wasn’t it. “At least a first name?”

  She reached into her shirt and pulled out the ten I used to pay my drink. Grabbing a Sharpie, she wrote down something and slid the note back over to me. “Drinks are on the house tonight.”

  I picked it up and above the dead president was her real name—Rachel. I liked that name. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Rachel.”

  The chatting continued all the way out to our cars after the club closed. She got into her little Mazda Miata, but not before giving me a kiss. “I’m starting to really like this arrangement. Maybe next time, you’d like to come over to my place?”

  I smiled. “That is always an option. Good night, Rachel.”

  She blew a kiss to me. “Night, Leo. I can’t wait.”

  I was halfway down I-4 when a phone call came in. It was Evans. “You’re up awful early,” I said jokingly.

  “There’s no time—I found Dollface’s Facebook signature again. He’s at the address I’m about to email over to you!”

  There was urgency in his voice, rightfully so. “You know what to do. Tell Chief Sanchez I’ll meet him at the address.”

  No sooner did he hang up than the email came across. I pulled off on to the Colonial exit to look at it. The address was close, in the Paramore district to a condo belonging to a Rachel Summers. When I saw the face attached to the address, my heart dropped.

  “Mindy…”

  Chapter Eleven

  Excerpt from Under His Hands by Mona Hyatt:

  “What happens to naughty little girls?” he asked darkly.

  Breathless, her ass already aching from the spanking she’d just received, she spoke softly. “They take their master’s cock up the ass.”

  “Good answer, pet, hands and knees,” he instructed.

  She moved into the requested position, gasping as he almost immediately spread her ass cheeks wide to fit the head of his cock to her shy little hole. He pushed in, stretching her tender muscles around his cock as he forged ahead.

  A low moan of combined pleasure and pain escaped her as he filled her completely until his balls rested flush against her tender ass cheeks. When he began to pull out to almost the head of his cock and then slid back inside, she couldn’t contain the moan of pleasure.

  Every nerve ending inside her seemed to be firing off at once, sending shivers up and down her spine. “Ohh, pleas
e, Sir… please!” she cried as the need to come overwhelmed her.

  “Tell me again what happens to naughty girls,” he instructed.

  She panted in need. “They get fucked in the ass.”

  “Chest to the mattress,” came the command. She immediately pressed her chest down as he pulled out then slammed back inside her in a hard thrust. Soon she could only wail and moan as he began to take her tender ass hard and fast without a shred of mercy until her back bowed and she came completely undone with a primal wail of pleasure.

  I panted almost as heavily as my heroine as I wondered what it would be like to submit so fully to a man. To have him take my ass in such a dominant fashion… would pleasure really entwine so fully with the pain, bringing an exquisite torrent of pleasure?

  To have a man torture me with pleasure until I was begging for release, then to force orgasm after orgasm on my helpless body… to truly give myself so completely as the beauty of submission and dominance engulfed us in its delicate dance of discipline and desire… pain and pleasure.

  I shook my head as if to clear it… lost in a fantasy of my own making… my core soft, wet, and needy. The ding announcing one of my online friends made my clit throb even harder.

  Gregor: “How is my naughty girl today?”

  I found myself in such a state I didn’t have time to play the game until he was ready. I needed him to bring me off now. My vagina kept clenching on air in an effort to find relief.

  Mona216: “Wet, hot, and achy, Sir.”

  Gregor: “You are naughty today. I think you should fetch a wooden spoon. Someone has been playing without permission.”

  Mona216: “I don’t really need permission, Sir.” I felt the need to point it out.

  Gregor: “Arguing will get you extra. Get the spoon.”

  I sighed, ignoring the small irritation I felt at his liberties. He would get me off and that was all that mattered in this moment; anything to distract me from my desire to make fantasy a reality.

  I hurried to the kitchen and grabbed my large slotted wooden spoon; it was the only one I had. A reader had sent it to me as a gift. At the time I’d laughed, never imagining it would touch my naked bottom.

  Mona216: “I’m back, Sir.”

  Gregor: “Do you have the spoon?”

  Mona216: “Yes, Sir.”

  Gregor: “Strip. I want you completely naked for this punishment.”

  I shivered as I stripped out of my sweatpants and t-shirt then peeled my panties down my legs. It felt decadent being completely naked in my office, the cool air caressing my nipples and tightening them into hard nubbins of need.

  Mona216: “Stripped, Sir.”

  Gregor: “Bend over and place your right palm in the seat of your chair. Then give yourself twenty-five swats on the left bottom cheek. Hard.”

  Mona216: “Yes, Sir.”

  I delivered the first swat and hissed as the slotted spoon bit into the tender flesh of my ass. This was going to be an intense self-delivered spanking. By the time I’d delivered the twenty-fifth swat to my bottom, it was throbbing with stinging heat. This was going to rival the spanking I’d taken under Tom’s direction the other day. I wondered if it would leave me as deliciously sore; there was something about feeling the leftovers after a spanking when I shifted in my seat.

  Instead of the pain, it reminded me of the pleasure… the intense heat of the moment.

  Gregor: “Have you finished?”

  Mona216: “Yes, Sir.”

  Gregor: “Left hand in the seat and twenty-five to the right cheek.”

  I switched hands and quickly administered the instructed discipline. The sting was rapidly building as was the wetness between my thighs.

  Mona216: “Done, Sir.”

  Gregor: “Back to the left side. I want twenty right on your sit spot. You do them harder than the ones a while ago… as hard as you can.”

  My hand shook a little as I did exactly as instructed, leaving me gasping as the last swat fell. My poor ass might never be the same but at the same time it was fueling something deep inside me, an internal craving that was growing with each passing day.

  Mona216: “Done, Sir.”

  Gregor: “Same on the right. Hard… don’t you slack, girl.”

  Little gasping yelps escaped me as I delivered the instructed spanking to my right sit spot. Before turning back to Gregor I gave my left sit spot ten more, then ten more to the right, a lone tear tracking down my cheek at the pain in my bottom. Why had I done that?

  He hadn’t even instructed me to give the last twenty… but it was all I could do to stop and wait for further instruction.

  Mona216: “Done, Sir.”

  Gregor: “Good girl. Now plant your sore little ass on that chair and spread your legs wide; brace your feet up on your desk.”

  I did as he instructed, switching once more to my phone for the ease in texting. My feet bracing on the desk splayed my legs wide, leaving me open to the cool air of the room; my clit and sore bottom seemed to throb in unison.

  Mona216: “Yes, Sir.”

  Gregor: “Get the dildo I know you have in that desk drawer and drive it into your weeping little slit hard and fast. Make yourself come, I want at least three orgasms out of you before you stop, girl.”

  I almost came from his instructions alone. I eagerly opened my drawer and pulled out my affectionately named ‘Bob.’ Bob was a thick ribbed vibrating seven-inch dildo that filled me up. I turned him on high and drove him in hard, making sure to take him over my clit as I moved him in and out. The first orgasm came fast but I didn’t stop, bracing my heels and bringing my hips up to meet my hand as I rocked it in and out of me quickly.

  My breath came in pants as I followed his instructions to the letter. I fucked myself hard without mercy, thinking of the scene I’d written earlier. By the time I screamed out with the third orgasm I felt close to passing out. Every nerve in my body seemed to be alive and humming with pleasure.

  Mona216: “Thank you, Sir.”

  Then I signed out, not really up for further conversation; I actually needed distance from the computer now that it was over. I walked into my bedroom, still naked, and curled into the giant teddy bear an old boyfriend had given me. I would never admit it but sometimes I could forget I was alone at night if I fell asleep in the bear’s embrace.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Grief is the price we pay for love.”—Queen Elizabeth II

  The scene was something straight out of a horror movie. The struggle had been great; blood decorated the apartment walls. I didn’t even say a word to Chief Sanchez when he arrived on scene, just ten minutes after I did. The Orange County CSI team had just arrived, as well. They walked by me as they began to process the apartment.

  Sanchez put a hand on my shoulder. “No one should ever have to see this.”

  The girl, who I’d parted ways with not even an hour before the call came in, was naked on the floor. Mindy, or rather Rachel Summers, was dead, lying on her stomach. I hadn’t moved her, hadn’t let my emotions get the best of me. Part of it was fear, that if anyone knew I was visiting a hooker at The Red Club, my standing on this case would be jeopardized. Hell, if they knew the hooker I was visiting was lying here dead, there’s a chance I’d be a suspect.

  One of the CSI guys rolled her over and I nearly vomited. Where her gray eyes should have been, there were nothing but empty sockets. They’d be taken out with precision, as the skin around them was not even cut. As for the rest of her, the killer had sliced her throat and, for good measure, stabbed her in the heart. The heart stab looked post-mortem, but that’d be for the squints in autopsy to figure out.

  My gaze was locked on her face. What kind of freak would do that? Even remembering the briefing before I took this assignment, to actually see it was eerie.

  “Sir, Chief, over here,” called one of the techs. She was a younger girl, probably my age. She looked quite nervous. “We found it.”

  By it, she meant the porcelain china doll that
was Dollface’s calling card. He was mocking us. He knew we’d almost caught him, so here he was killing again. It was no surprise as well when the in-field medical examiner yelled out that there had been evidence of rape.

  With nothing else to do here, I gathered my notes and drove back downtown to the field office. My team was awake and at work when I got in. To no one in particular, I said, “What do we have?”

  As Evans was locked in, furiously typing and clicking, it was O’Dell who answered me. “We traced the conversation between Ms. Summers and our target to a Bondage and Submissive group on Facebook—one that specializes in erotic spanking. It seems the two had been conversing over private messages for a few weeks.”

  “Hot damn!” Evans practically jumped out of his seat. “The bastard did his best to block his private messages, but I broke through enough to get a name on his end.”

  This would be huge, if it was true. I ran over and saw a low resolution screen shot. The avatar was a china doll face with the name ‘Deacon’ attached to it. This Deacon had apparently been quite busy. The only part of the message that was visible was to a Mona216, whoever the hell that was.

  I know, I should’ve shown more concern for the lady he attempted to chat up. The message had never been accepted, so there was really no evidence to connect her at all. However… “Evans, find out who Mona216 is. She’s either an accomplice or dodged the biggest bullet in her life.”

  “Yes, sir,” he answered. Evans was good at his job. Part of me missed being the computer nerd. This field work was weighing heavily on me. The only thing that had kept me sane was the bond I’d formed with Mindy. This asshole had taken that away from me.

  I needed air. “I’ll be back in a bit. Call me if anything changes.”