The Hot Sergeant (Second Chance Military Romance) (Hargrave Brothers - Book #2)

by Alexa Davis

  "Yeah, but none of them knew about the fucking arrangement I had made with that group of local drug dealers."

  His face went pale. "What do you meal deal? Are the allegations of drug trafficking true?"

  I sat in the overstuffed chair across from his desk with a heavy sigh. "No, I wouldn't call it that. It was more like a business arrangement we had. They'd bring the stuff to me – anytime, anywhere – and I would pay them an agreed upon price in cash. That was all. I wasn't selling the shit to anyone or transporting it across state lines. It was just for personal use for me and Janice and to share with friends at parties."

  "Did you charge guests for their share?" Eddie was all business.

  "No, abso-fucking-lutely not. I never sold the shit. We gave it away to demonstrate how successful we were. Janice liked to show off like that. It was all about social status for her and looking rich."

  "Who else knew about this business arrangement?"

  "Nobody but Janice. That's my fucking point; she had to have been the one to leak the story. My question is, what the fuck is she going to tell the media next? Is she going to say I fucking murdered someone? We've got to find a way to shut her up and put a stop to this shit."

  "I've never wanted to know about all the skeletons in your closet, Tristan, but maybe it's time you came clean about everything. If there's anything else in your past that she can use against you, I need to know about it so I can be prepared to defend you. You mentioned murder; what is it you haven't told me?"

  It was a long and grueling process confessing all my fucking sins to Eddie like I was preparing for the electric chair. By the time I was done, I felt like complete fucking shit. My shoulders and neck were tense, my head was throbbing, my eyes burned, and every fucking muscle in my body ached. I needed to do something to release all the built up tension, and I knew just what I wanted to do.

  As I left the office, I dialed Olivia's cell number and the moment her sweet voice came on the line, I immediately felt better. She sounded tired and stressed, too.

  "Is everything all right? The press haven't been bothering you have they?" I was instantly worried about her.

  "I'm fine." Her voice brightened and I could picture her smiling. "I thought maybe you were my parents. I had a bad phone call from them when I got home from the party. They're coming here to try and force me go back to Ohio with them, but I told them I was staying here. It was pretty ugly. Then I took a nap and when I woke up, I felt better. Are you okay? Today must not have been easy for you."

  I could feel the concern for me in her voice and it touched me. Picturing her laying in her bed, fresh from a nap, I felt myself growing an erection. "I've dealt with worse, but I'm ready to have some fun now and forget about today. Can we get together tonight for a play session?"

  "Sure. What time do you want me to be at the club?"

  "Forget the club. The place will be crawling with reporters and paparazzi. Come to my place. My security guards can keep them away and it will be more private."

  "If we're not at the club, am I still working for you?"

  "I'll pay you double what you were making at the club. Triple. Just name your price. I'll have Adam pick you up at eight o'clock. I'll be sending you over a package. Wear it when you come over."

  "You're the Boss; whatever you say goes." Olivia's voice had a playful lilt that made my boner ache. I got on the phone and placed an order for delivery to her apartment. I spent the rest of the afternoon in my home office trying to concentrate on work, but really all I was doing was counting down the hours until I could see her again. Nothing else mattered – not my work, or the show, or Janice, or the scandal, or even the reporters. The only thing I cared about was seeing Olivia again and holding her naked in my arms. She was the perfect woman for me and I would pay any price and make any sacrifice as long as she was willing to be mine.

  Chapter Three: Olivia

  Adam opened the car door and I stepped out of the back of the limousine and walked up the staircase of Tristan's luxurious mansion. It was a different atmosphere seeing the place without all the fanfare of the party and all the other guests walking around. The imposing estate suddenly felt much more intimidating, yet I wasn't afraid because I knew Tristan was waiting for me inside.

  I rang the doorbell and a maid let me in. She told me that Mr. Porter was working in his office and had instructed me to wait for him in his private lounge. She escorted me up the stairs to a small room off his bedroom suite. It was very tastefully decorated in masculine colors of brown and blue with leather furniture and interesting antiques to give it character.

  "May I pour you a drink, Miss Harte?" the maid offered, indicating a bar cart by the window.

  "No, thank you. I can pour one myself if I get thirsty," I said, feeling awkward to have a servant doing for me what I could easily do myself.

  "Very good, Miss. Mr. Porter instructed me to leave for the night as soon as you were settled, so if there's nothing I can get for you, I'll be going home now."

  "Okay. Goodnight." I dismissed her with an embarrassed wave. She nodded politely and exited the room, leaving me all alone in the giant mansion to wait for Tristan to arrive. I strolled around the room leisurely, reading the titles of the books on his bookshelf. I poured myself a brandy from the cart and sipped it slowly as I ran my fingertips over each title dreamily. The maid had offered to take my coat when I first arrived, but I had kept it on, unwilling to let her see that I was only wearing the lingerie Tristan had sent me underneath the long coat. The little room was quite warm, however, and now that I was alone, I dared to take it off and paced the room wearing nothing but a black lace bra, matching panties, black thigh-high stockings held up by garters, and black stiletto heels.

  "Now there's a beautiful sight," I heard Tristan's deep male voice say from behind me and whipped around, startled to see him standing in the doorway watching me. A blush came unbidden to color my cheeks as I smiled at him shyly. He strode up to me and caressed my cheek, saying in a husky voice, "I see you got the gift I sent you."

  "I hope it pleases you," I said, looking down at the floor. It always embarrassed me when he stared at me so blatantly, even though I liked it. His gray eyes were always so intense it made me look away. He lifted my chin up with his strong hand so I was forced to meet his gaze and kissed me passionately on the lips. The power of his embrace stole my breath away, and I moaned softly with pleasure.

  "You always please me," Tristan said, and I felt my knees go weak. The power of his desire was overwhelming and his charisma was undeniable. I was like clay in his hands, unable to resist being shaped by him. He ran his hands over my body, taking pleasure in fondling my breasts before burying his face in my cleavage and kissing me there. I lifted my hands and ran my fingers through his thick hair as I moaned with pleasure. Suddenly, he grabbed my wrists and snapped at me angrily, "You dare to touch me? I didn't give you permission to put your hands on me, did I? You are a naughty little Bitch who needs to be trained on how to properly behave, aren't you?"

  "You are the Boss, whatever you say goes," I said, trembling. I did not fear that Tristan would hurt me, for I knew that he never would, but my body shook with a combination of sexual excitement and anticipation of the things I knew he would do to me.

  He pushed a button hidden and a door opened up in the wall that hadn't noticed before. As he led me inside, I gasped to discover he had created a play dungeon of his own hidden within the walls of his mansion.

  "Put your hands behind your back, my little Bitch," Tristan demanded forcefully, and I instantly obeyed. He took a length of rope from a hook on the wall and used it to bind my wrists behind my back. He was careful not to tie it too tightly that it cut off my circulation, but firmly enough that I could not squirm out of it. Then, he forced me down on my knees and bound the rope to a metal ring on the floor so that I would be unable to get up from the position.

  "You are never to touch me, my naughty little Bitch, unless I instruct you to or give my permissio
n for you to do so," he said, stripping out his clothes so he stood naked in front of me. He held his magnificent erection out to me, and I opened my lips and moved towards him. Just before I took him into my mouth, he grabbed my ponytail and yanked back on my blonde hair with painful force. I yelped with surprise and pain as he sneered down at me. "Didn't I just tell you never to touch me without permission?"

  "I'm sorry. You held your cock out and I thought you wanted me to-"

  Before I could finish my sentence, he yanked on my hair again until the pain forced me to be silent. "You thought... It is not your responsibility to guess what you think I want. It is your responsibility to obey. I am in charge. I will do all the thinking. You are my little Bitch. You will await my commands and do nothing without my permission."

  Whimpering in pain, I swore to obey until he finally released his painful grip on my hair. He held his cock out to me again, and this time I knelt perfectly still, not moving my mouth towards him, but simply waiting for his command. He caressed my cheek with praise and praised, "Good girl. That's much better. Now lick the tip, just the way I like it."

  I did as I'd been bid, licking the tip of his engorged cock like an ice-cream cone, until he instructed me to work my way down the shaft just as he had trained me to at Whip. I longed to deepthroat him, but I knew better than to be impatient and followed his instructions carefully, waiting for him to give me permission. When he finally did, I gulped down his cock greedily into my throat, desperate to take advantage of the opportunity while I could. No matter how much I enjoyed sucking his cock, being denied the privilege only made me want to even more and heightened my pleasure for the activity.

  "Enough. Stop," Tristan commanded after a while, and even though it disappointed me to have to stop, I obeyed with whimper. I made sure to take my time about it, though, slurping along the length of him with defiant slowness until he was fully extracted.

  Tristan glared down at me and said, "When I tell you to do something, naughty little Bitch, I expect you to do it quickly. None of this dragging things out bullshit, hesitating, or fucking whining."

  He took a pair of scissors and cut the black bra off my body. With my arms tied behind my back and bound to the floor, my breasts were thrusts foreword vulnerably with no way for me to cover them. I watched as Tristan produced two clamps. He took the first one and attached it to my right nipple. Sharp, pinching pain shot through my body with shocking intensity, and I gasped and writhed, struggling to escape the agony. When my body got over the shock and I was able to be still once more, he attached the second clamp to my left nipple. Even though I knew what to expect this time, it did not make me any more prepared for the pain. The tight pinching sensation made me gasp aloud and tears sprang from my eyes. I writhed in my bonds, but of course, I was helplessly bound in the kneeling position with my wrists tied behind my back, unable to protect my breasts or lessen the pain on my nipples, which were now turning purple and throbbed with agony.

  "Let's see if you can obey any better now." He instructed me to lick and suck his cock again. I had to struggle to concentrate on his words through the pinching pain, but I found the tingling in my pussy and the pleasure I felt as I sucked him was even greater than before. My little black panties were now soaked with the juices of my arousal and I hoped that if I were good enough, he would reward me by fucking me when I was done.

  "Good girl. Now stop," Tristan said to me as I deepthroated his cock enthusiastically. This time I obeyed instantly, releasing his cock from my lips without even a whimper of complaint, even though I longed to keep sucking him now even more than I had before.

  Tristan grinned down at me. "Much better. That's a good little Bitch."

  He removed the painful clamps from my purple and bruised nipples, and I sighed with relief from the agonizing pain. He untied the rope from the ring on the ground, and leaving my wrists still bound behind my back, brought me to a standing position where he lavished gentle kisses on my sore nipples to soothe away the pain. When he noticed the moisture on my panties, he shook his head admonishingly.

  "What's this? Are you horny, my naughty little Bitch?" Tristan slid my panties off my body and fingered my slick cunt with his left hand. "I don't recall giving you permission to get wet."

  "I can't help it," I said apologetically. "Sucking your cock makes me wet. I can't stop myself. Please don't punish me for it."

  "Now you're telling me when to punish you?" he growled.

  "No, you're the Boss; whatever you say goes. I'm simply begging for your mercy and forgiveness. Please don't punish me for wanting to be fucked by your cock."

  "I'll do whatever the fuck I want," he growled. He guided me to a padded leather bench and instructed me to bend over it so my stomach was flush against the top of it. He moved my hands around from behind my back and secured my wrists to the legs of the bench with tightly knotted rope, forcing me to stay bent over. Then he spread my legs wide and bound my ankles to the legs of the bench, too, forcing me to keep the vulnerable position, wearing absolutely nothing except for the thigh-high stockings and stiletto heels.

  Standing behind me, Tristan held his rigid cock in his hands and rubbed the tip of his erection against the lips of pussy, taunting me with it. I tried to rock my hips back, hoping to get him to enter me, but the ropes restrained my movements too much, and I was forced to stand there, bent helplessly over the bench, while he teased me with his cock unmercifully.

  A whimper of unfulfilled desire escaped my lips and Tristan laughed at me, cruelly. "What's the matter, my naughty little Bitch? Do you want me to fuck you?"

  "Yes, Boss, please. Please fuck me with your cock," I begged pitifully, desperate for the feel of him inside me.

  "It's not your job to tell me what to do, naughty girl," Tristan admonished. He picked up a small wooden paddle and smacked me on the ass with it. I yelped in pain and surprise as ripples of pleasure rocketed through my body, making me hornier than ever.

  "Please, fuck me, Boss. I'll do anything you want me to," I begged and pleaded. He spanked me with the paddle again and again, reigning painful blows upon my naked ass as I moaned and cried, all the while keeping his rock hard cock just inches from my desperate pussy.

  "Of course, you'll do anything I want you to. I'm in charge. I decide what I will do to you – not the other way around."

  Finally, it dawned on me what I needed to say to get my reward. Gasping and crying, I said, "Yes, Boss. Whatever pleases you, is what I will do."

  Grinning maliciously, Tristan set down the paddle and caressed the lips of my quivering cunt with the tip of his cock. "Do you want me to fuck you, my naughty little Bitch?"

  I did desperately, but I would not fall into his trap this time. Instead, I simply said, "Whatever pleases you, Boss. It doesn't matter what I want. I am here to serve your needs and make you happy."

  "Good girl." Tristan sunk his raging cock deeply into my sopping wet pussy with one powerful thrust, filling me up inside as I moaned and came. He gripped my hips and pounded into me, ramming himself up to the hilt, so his balls slammed against me. Loud moans escaped my lips as I orgasmed again and again, unable to stop the overwhelming climax that flooded through me like a tsunami.

  When at last I had finished, I collapsed against the bench that had held me captive, barely aware of Tristan as he untied the ropes at my wrists and ankles, setting me free. He peeled away the stockings and shoes from my body and held a glass of cool water to my parched lips. Then, he scooped me into his arms, held me against his chest, and kissed the top of my sweaty forehead. I was barely aware as he carried me out of the play dungeon and into a large bedroom suite exquisitely decorated in carved oak and brass antiques.

  He laid me down on top of the massive king-sized canopy bed, and I sunk into the soft blankets of silk and goose feathers. He climbed in beside me and wrapped his arms around me. He put his lips on mine and kissed me softly and tenderly. His hands cupping my breasts were gentle and loving as he caressed and fondled me as if trying
to memorize the shape of my curves. He kissed and caressed his way down my body, exploring every inch of me as if discovering my body for the first time, taking his time to enjoy the taste and feel of me while I moaned and undulated under his touch.

  I put my hands upon his toned flesh and caressed his muscles in return, and he did not flinch or admonish me. He let me let me fondle and caress him, too, until my own curiosities were satisfied, and I knew that this was something rare that he had let very few other women do.

  When he entered my vagina with his cock, it was slow and sweet and I realized he was sharing himself with me in a way that was intimate, beautiful, and rare. We weren't fucking; we were making love. Our bodied writhed together, moving in unison, in a blend of arms and legs and lips and thighs. We came together, climaxing as one as we orgasmed in perfect harmony. Afterwards, we fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms, and I knew this was no longer a job, but a relationship.

  Chapter Four: Tristan

  I woke up to the smell of her filling my nostrils. Her shampoo had a floral scent that reminded me of a fucking tropical rainforest and her skin had the faint musk of perspiration and sex mixed with soap and fucking delicate perfume. It was a heady combination and I breathed it in deeply, intoxicated by her aroma and already wanting her again.

  I stretched out my arms and felt her body, warm and soft lying naked next to me.

  Oh shit. My eyes flew open and I drew in a sharp breath when I found Olivia sleeping in the fucking bed next to me. I never fucking brought women into my private fucking bedroom – never. Shit. I backed slowly out of the bed, moving carefully so I wouldn't fucking wake her. I couldn't believe this had fucking happened. It was a Goddamn disaster. How the hell had this happened? I backed away towards the fucking bedroom door, and as I stared at her everything that had fucking happened last night came flooding back to me.