by Ivy Nelson
“I’m sorry, did you say something, Angel?”
“No, Sir. Did you enjoy your shower? Took you long enough.” She muttered the last line.
His hand fisting into her hair a split second later, told her he heard what she said. With his hand gripping her hair, he tilted her head back so she could look him in the eye. She whimpered as the pain coursed through her scalp and shot straight to her groin.
“Still pushing buttons, I see. We’ll take care of that soon enough.”
“Sorry, Sir,” she whispered.
“I don’t think you are. But that’s OK. You’re lucky I can’t keep my hands off you, or I would leave you here for an hour for sassing me.”
He kept his hands fisted in her hair. “Come.” She followed his tugging lead to the bed where he let go and sat, wearing nothing but a pair of his boxer briefs. She wanted to pull them off with her teeth. Maybe he would accept that as a form of apology?
Probably not. He seemed intent on taking her over his knee for a spanking. She wasn’t exactly sad about that. So far, the spankings she had received from him had ended quite well for her. Hopefully she hadn’t pushed him far enough to deny her pleasure tonight. She would accept it without argument if he did though. She had kind of earned it.
“Did you push my buttons to piss me off or did you want a spanking, Angel?”
“I wanted to piss you off I think Sir. Not that I don’t want a spanking.”
“This is going to be different, Angel. I don’t reward subs who manipulate their way into a spanking with purposeful bad behavior.”
She didn’t know what he meant by that, but had a feeling it wasn’t going to end well for her.
“Remember your safe word please. I don’t think you’ll need it, but you’re not going to enjoy this. Just remember this next time you want to defy me just to get a reaction out of me. There are much better ways to get what you want, Angel.”
He didn’t waste time scolding her anymore. He also didn’t use his hand to warm her up, and he definitely didn’t start slow with the hairbrush. Instead, the spanking started in high gear, with no warning. Just sharp stinging smacks on her ass. She yelped and tried to squirm away but he held her tightly in place. There were no intimate caresses between rounds of spanks, no soothing touches, just a never ending searing burn on her bottom. Tears pricked her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she managed to get out between gasps. “I’m sorry. Please stop.”
“Are you using your safeword, Angel?” For a moment, she gave it some thought. She wasn’t. This was a well earned punishment and she would take it.
“No Sir,” she said as tears streamed down her cheeks. “I’m sorry.”
The spanking continued then and her legs kicked almost involuntarily. Then, it was over as suddenly as it had begun. “That was about ninety seconds, Angel. Defy me like that again and you get ten minutes of that or we go until you safeword. Whichever happens first. Are we clear?”
She took a shaky breath, tears still spilling down her face. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. You can keep going if you want. I feel bad now.” And she did. She did not want to disappoint this man. His hand gently touched her bottom, and she winced, thinking for a moment he was going to take her up on her offer to let him keep going.
“No, Angel. We’re done. But you are going back to the corner for a little bit and then we’ll talk.” She nodded and scurried to her place feeling contrite, which was probably the desired effect of the punishment.
A few minutes later, she heard him behind her. “You took that well, Angel. I’m proud of you.”
“You are? How can you be proud of me when I disobeyed you on purpose?”
His arms slid around her waist. “Arms down baby. I’m proud because you proved you can take what I want to give you. I’m proud because you acknowledged what you did wrong, and you learned a lesson. You took your punishment with grace and you didn’t complain about it. Yes, you disobeyed me but you were able to communicate why and we dealt with it. Now come to bed. I want to have some of that amazing sex before we pass out from exhaustion.”
Turning in his arms, she buried her face in his chest. “I’m so sorry. You had such a long day at work. You didn’t need me pushing you that way. Forgive me.”
He stepped away from her and tilted her chin upwards. “You’re forgiven. Enough beating yourself up. Come to bed.”
She nodded and followed him to the bed where he spent the next half an hour making love to her. When he had milked two orgasms from her, he finally lost himself in his own orgasm and they collapsed together into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter 19
“Adara Kent, speaking,” Adara said into the phone a young volunteer handed her. “Miss Kent, it’s Stephen Miller with Homeland Security. I apologize for the unexpected call, but I was wondering if I could have a few minutes of your time for some follow-up questions regarding Faisal Hadawi and his son.”
“I’m not sure I have any more answers for you but we can speak on the phone if you like. My campaign manager is pretty protective of my time these days so a face-to-face meeting might be hard.”
“I understand that. I’d like to keep it unofficial, but if I have to, I’ll call you in for a formal interview.” There was a threat to his tone and suddenly Adara wasn’t so keen on helping the man. She didn’t like threats. “I’ll keep that in mind, Agent Miller. Let me see what I can work out with my team. Is this a good number to reach you at?”
When she ended the call, she handed the phone back to the volunteer who had been hovering. “Tell Mr. Givens I want to see him as soon as possible please.”
“Right away Miss Kent.”
The volunteer scurried from her office and she pulled out her personal cell to call Michael.
“Angel, is everything OK?”
“Fine. Just thought you should know, Agent Miller called me. Pretty sure he was threatening me too.” She gave him the details of the call.
“I really don’t like that guy.” He was quiet for a minute. “Thank you for telling me. It means a lot to have your trust.”
“I was prepared to hear him out. But now, I’m not sure I want to. It sounds like he’s going to push the issue though. Should I just set up a meeting?” Bradley appeared in her door so she put the phone on speaker.
“Set it up, Angel. I’ll come with you if you want me to. I don’t want them bullying you into anything.”
“I feel like he’ll be more hostile if you’re there. Maybe I’ll take Peter or Bradley. They’re unknown to him.”
“Fair point. Gotta run, Angel. I’m getting a call out.”
They hung up and Adara told Bradley about Miller’s call.
“I’ll set something up off the books. The last thing we need is a formal interview. We’ve managed to keep your birth story out of the press for now. Give me his number.”
She handed him the scrap of paper and he stepped out to make the call. Twenty minutes later he and Peter both entered the office.
“We’re going to do this now,” Bradley said. “We’re meeting at Peter’s office in forty-five minutes.”
“Sounds good to me gentlemen.” She stood and grabbed her purse.
“Not so fast young lady,” Peter said sternly. “We need to go over protocol.” “Call me young lady again and see what happens. I’m Michael’s submissive not yours.” Peter raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Feisty. But you’re right. I apologize.”
“What protocols? I assume you’re about to give me the don’t let them talk you into anything stupid speech? In that case, don’t worry. I’m not trying to be bait for these guys.”
“Fair enough Adara. I think you’ll find these guys can be persuasive. You need to keep yourwits about you. They’ll try coercion, threats, promises they can’t keep. Basically anything to get you to cooperate with them. I just want you to keep that in mind please.”
“I’ll keep it in mind. I promise. But you’re not sitting in with me. I can do this on my own.”
“Your attorney is com
ing with you,” Bradley said. He had been quiet during her spat with Peter. Which was probably wise.
She wanted to argue about bringing Tabitha Kelly along but decided against it. They were just looking out for her.
“Shall we go?”
Both men looked at each other and then her. They weren’t convinced she could handle this which pissed her off.
“Fine. Let’s get this over with.” Bradley said.
Peter’s phone rang.
“Mercer.” He paused and listened as the caller spoke.
“Hey man. Yeah, we’re heading there now. Your girl is feisty by the way. Told me right the fuck off.” She grimaced. Surely that wouldn’t upset Michael right? She didn’t actually know how submissives were supposed to act around other Doms. She just knew she wasn’t going to let them run over her just because she was in a power exchange relationship with someone.
“Ha! You try telling her that,” Peter said.
Adara turned to Bradley. “Is he seriously telling on me right now?”
Bradley shrugged. An attempt at innocence on his face.
“Is this some kind of dicks before chicks thing?” This time he busted out laughing.
“Something like that,” he finally admitted.
“I see how it is. I’m technically both of your bosses and just because I’m the submissive in a completely separate relationship you get to tell on me to my Dom? Because you’re all part of the big bad Dom club?”
Bradley shrugged sheepishly. “You make it sound terrible when you put it like that.”
“That’s because it is terrible, Bradley.” She shook her head but couldn’t keep the smile off her face. Then she realized Peter had put Michael on speaker. Oh god, had he heard all that? The room got quiet. Then Michael’s voice came over the speaker and her heart picked up speed.
“Do as your told, Angel. It works out so much better when you do, don’t you agree?”
“Sure, when I do what you tell me. I’m not listening to these ogres.”
Both men quirked their eyebrows. Bradley looked at Peter. “Ogre? Did she just call me an ogre? I think I’m hurt.”
“Oh bite me, all of you.”
“I didn’t know you liked that, Angel. We’ll try it out later.”
“Oh. My. God. Can we please just go now?”
She reached out and pressed the end call button on Peter’s phone and stalked out of the room before anyone could respond. She heard Peter laughing behind her as his phone rang again.
“Yes, yes she did just hang up on you.” A pause. “Too bad I need her consent or I would take you up on that.”
She didn’t bother turning around, simply walked out of the building and got into Peter’s SUV. They could all go to hell.
Peter had ended the call by the time he slid behind the steering wheel.
He looked at her in the rearview mirror. “Hey, you know we’re just giving you a hard time right?”
She sighed. “I know. I’m just not used to it. Sorry if I seem like a stick in the mud.”
“Not at all Adara. I just want you to know you’re family. I wouldn’t be giving you a hard time if I didn’t think of you that way.”
“And you know I think of you as family too,” Bradley said from the passenger seat.
“I appreciate it guys. I’ll try to lighten up.”
“I’ll try not to go all protective Dom on you. But it’s in my nature, just ask Carrie and Darci.” Peter said.
“They’ve both known you a lot longer than me.”
“That’s certainly true.”
“Michael isn’t going to like… let you guys punish me is he? Because that would be weird.”
“That is something that is totally up to both of you. Darci has known Peter for a long time and I trust him with her life. He has my full permission to discipline her if she steps out of line in a way that puts her in danger. But that’s something we agreed to as a couple.”
She thought about it for a moment and crinkled her nose. “Nope. Don’t care how long I’ve known you boss. Too weird.”
Bradley laughed. “To be fair it’s a little strange for me too. Punish you I may not, but you can bet your ass if you put your life in danger Michael is the first person I call. Wedon’t play with our girls lives.”
She sighed. “Fair enough.”
Soon, they pulled up in front of Peter’s office where Tabitha Kelly was waiting. When she was out of the car, she thanked the attorney for coming and caught her up to speed on what was happening. They had arrived with enough time to come up with a brief game plan before the homeland agent arrived.
When agent Miller got there, Adara led him and her attorney to one of Peter’s private offices. The agent didn’t waste time or pull any punches. He knew exactly what he wanted, and if Adara didn’t already think he was the biggest douche on the planet, he might have had an easier time convincing her to help him.
“Adara. This prick has killed thousands of innocent people. It’s likely he killed your birth mother. At the very least he’s complicit in her death because he was holding her and dozens of other innocents hostage. He’s been a menace to society for over thirty years. Don’t you want to see him brought to justice?”
Adara closed her eyes. He had a point.
“It’s not my clients job to put herself in harms way. She was provided you with all the information she has regarding her potential half brother and the whereabouts of her birth father. That is all she should need to do. It’s Homeland’s job to catch terrorists, not a civilian’s.”
The interview went back and forth like that for a while before Adara finally held up her hands and asked for some quiet.
After a moment, she asked, “What exactly are you asking me to do?”
“Adara,” Tabitha said, clearly objecting.
“Please. I just want to know the details of what he wants. I’m not agreeing to anything.”
The agent looked smug.
“It’s really quite simple. It’s unlikely that you’ve heard the last of your brother. We’re asking you to let us put a trace on your calls. When he reaches out again, try to get more information out of him. Get him to agree to a face-toface meeting. We’ll handle the rest.”
“I’ll agree to the trace on my calls. But just my personal cell. That’s the one he called. No face-toface meeting though.”
The agent seemed content with that. Her attorney—not so much.
When they exited the office, Peter and Bradley were sitting in the reception area talking. They both stood when she arrived.
“Ready to go?” Peter asked.
“Yep.”
“How did it go?” Bradley asked.
“I’ll tell you in the car.
In the car, she told them that she had agreed to a trace on her calls. She didn’t tell them that the agent had asked her to set up a face-toface meeting. She didn’t see the need to get them all agitated when she had no intention of doing anything of the sort. At home, Michael made her go over the entire meeting. She once again left out the part about the face to face. She knew if she said anything, Michael would be up Stephen Miller’s ass in a heartbeat. She had other ideas in mind. After clearing away their dinner dishes, he kissed her cheek and told her he needed to work in his office for a little while.
She would wait for him in the bedroom—naked of course. She wanted to show him that she did take their commitment seriously. In his bedroom, she looked around at the masculine surroundings and smiled. He was male through and through. If she was going to spend any time here, she would try to add some feminine touches, but ultimately she liked his room. It was warm and inviting and she felt safe and cherished there.
Stripping off her clothes, she hopped in the shower to rinse off the day. After toweling off, she thought about something he said to her once and went to the rug that sat in front of the cushy chair he had watched her masturbate from the other night. There, she sank to her knees and parted her thighs. She had looked at some websites and knew this wa
s a position that Doms seemed to enjoy. Hopefully it would please her dominant police officer. That reminded her, she would have to ask him about handcuffs sometime. Surely he’d handcuffed a girl for fun before right? She was mid cop-criminal fantasy when she felt him enter the room.
“Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise? You look stunning, Angel.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She looked up and smiled at him. God she was falling for this man. The heated look of pure lust in his eyes was reward enough, but she was looking forward to whatever else he had in store for her tonight.
Chapter 20
The next morning, Michael was gone when she woke up. She stretched in his bed, sore from their night together. In the shower, she tried to focus on the list of things on her schedule today but her mind kept wandering to Michael’s hands on her body. Sore as her body was, she still reacted to just the thought of his touch. Leaning against the shower wall, she found her clit and massaged in gentle circles as she thought of the dirty words he’d whispered in her ear and the way his fingers had filled her pussy last night. Increasing pressure, she rubbed the sensitive button between her legs until she was on the brink of orgasm. As she fell, she imagined Michael’s voice commanding her to come. Not a bad way to start the day, she decided.
While she was drying off, it occurred to her to wonder if she had broken some rule. There had been several times when he told her she couldn’t orgasm without asking. They would have to talk about it later.
The clock on Michael’s dresser told her she was running behi nd so she dressed quickly and grabbed coffee from the kitchen. The car sitting at the curb reminded her that she was being watched. She stuck her head out the door and asked the team in the surveillance car if they wanted any coffee. They gratefully accepted, and she brought them a thermos and two cups she’d found in Michael’s cupboard.
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“Thank you for keeping me safe. It’s the least I could do.”
The security guards gave her a wave as she headed back inside.
