by KB Alan
Parking next to the old barn, he rolled up his windows and waited patiently for her to catch up. When she turned off the Mustang, he got out of the cruiser and hurried over to open her door. The surprised pleasure on her face almost made him grin, but he held it back, felt himself falling back into Dom mode. A quick glimpse of a tattoo on her ankle made him itch to get a closer look at her. All of her. He took her hand and led her into the barn.
It was a clean space that hadn’t been used for its intended purpose since long before he’d bought the house. He occasionally brought furniture in here to strip and refinish, stored some of his brother’s belongings in the hayloft, and had some gym equipment set up in one corner for when the weather was too nasty to jog. Flipping on the lights, he pointed to a spot in the center of a large, clear area. She walked to it and sank down to her knees gracefully, resting her butt on her heels, her hands on her thighs, legs parted. Then she betrayed herself by glancing up to check his reaction. Again, he had to hide a smile. She was freaking adorable.
Twenty-four, according to her license, which had told him her full name, as well as her address in North Fork, the college town a few miles away. It had listed her height at five foot nine and her weight at one hundred and twenty pounds, though he suspected she should add some to that now. Not that he was complaining. He was quite happy with every pound he’d seen, every inch, everything. Her black hair and brown skin spoke of some sort of heritage, though he couldn’t quite figure out what. Emma Lee was young and beautiful and his. At least for the next little while.
He wondered what she was thinking. He was thinking that if she were a friend of his he’d paddle her bottom black and blue for doing such a stupid thing with a complete stranger. It was totally irresponsible to be contemplating something like this without knowing who he was, let alone talking first and setting up parameters. He knew he wouldn’t do anything dangerous, wouldn’t skirt any lines that might be troublesome areas for her. But she couldn’t know that.
He took the handcuffs out of their case on his belt and watched her eyes narrow. She took in a breath and opened her mouth, then shut it as he tossed the cuffs off to the side. Good. It would have been idiotic to allow a perfect stranger to restrain her that way, and he was glad to know she would have objected. The rest of the items on his belt followed the cuffs, then he reached for the buckle. She nibbled on her lip as he slid the leather free and added it to the pile. He didn’t want all that creaking bulk for the next little while.
“What’s your name?” he asked, wanting to hear her say it.
Her pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips. “Emma.” She started to say more, stopped herself, clearly unsure whether she was allowed to talk or not.
He nodded. “It’s not so easy when you don’t know what protocol to follow. Not so smart, either.”
She didn’t deny it. “I thought we’d already established that.”
A snort escaped him. “So we did.”
“What’s your name?”
“Andrew Robinson. Drew.”
Her lips formed his name, testing it, but she didn’t give it any sound. He wanted that, to hear his name on her lips. Luckily, in these situations, what he wanted, he got.
“Say it.”
“Officer Robinson.”
He shook his head. No, despite the stupid situation he was currently pursuing, and despite the increasingly demanding desire to use his handcuffs on her, work was separate from play. “Drew.”
“Drew,” she repeated. “Sir.”
His heart gave an annoying little thud. He liked the way those words sounded on her lips.
“I’m going to need to search you.” He gestured to the wall behind her. “Hands against the wall, feet spread wide.”
She rose slowly and swiveled around, putting a little extra sashay in her hips that the low sandals she wore didn’t account for. Little tease. No, that wasn’t right. She wasn’t teasing him because he was pretty sure she had every intention of following through. Only his damn honor would dictate how far he’d let it go. Leaning forward, she braced herself against the wall and spread her legs wide, tilting her hips so her pert ass pointed right at him.
Adjusting his cock behind his uniform pants, he moved forward, past the inviting ass, until he was next to her face. He speared his fingers through her silky hair, grazing her scalp with a little massage before fisting what hair he’d caught and using it to turn her head up to him.
“Do you have anything dangerous on your person? Any weapons or needles?”
Her breath came out in tiny little puffs that he felt against his arm. Her eyes were dilated and heavy with need.
“No, Sir.”
He let her hair go and slid his hand down the back of her neck, squeezing gently. He brought up his other hand and moved them along her bare arms to her wrists, gave another squeeze. Since she’d dropped her head back down, he didn’t hold back the little smile that her answering moan brought to his lips. Sliding his hands back down the insides of her arms, he gave a quick tickle at her armpits. She jerked slightly, but held her position.
He cupped her breasts. She sawed in a much deeper breath, pushing herself into his grip. A perfect handful, deliciously heavy. His quick swipe of her nipples brought a nearly soundless gasp. Spreading his hands wide, he moved lower, tracing along her ribs, molding the dress to her body as he stepped around and between her legs. It took more effort than it should to keep from pressing up against her ass. Continuing the journey, he brought his hands down her hips and the outsides of her legs until he reached her ankles.
He rubbed his thumb along the small clutch of flowers inked into her skin. Stretched out as she was, it forced him to crouch down, putting his face against the fabric of her dress, pulled tight between her legs. A quick squeeze of her ankles and he curled his hands in, beginning the return journey. Her calves flexed under his palms, his skin encountered fabric as he reached her knees, and from that point on, the dress rose with his arms.
When his hands came back together at her center, he gave only the barest brush against her underwear before letting go and standing up. He moved so that his legs where on either side of her right leg and placed his left hand on the back of her neck, feeling the slight shiver just as he moved his right hand to cup her pussy. She lifted to her toes for just a second before settling back down into his touch. Silky panties did little to keep him from the wet heat. He pressed in close, tucked his face into the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply. Little goose bumps raced up her arms and the fabric under his fingers got wetter.
“Hmm,” he murmured into her neck. “Nothing in your clothes, no weapons strapped to your body.”
“No, Sir, nothing hidden, I swear. Please, Sir, let me go, I won’t trouble you any further.” She’d pitched her voice into that of a helpless maiden, and he had to smile at her role-playing. Somehow, though, he didn’t think the breathless quality of the words was feigned.
“I don’t know, missy. Seems there are still a few places you could be hiding things.”
She turned her face up to his, her eyes over-wide. “Sir! I don’t know what you mean!”
“Mmm, hmm.” He lowered his head the scant distance to mate his mouth with hers. She responded instantly, boldly, tangling her tongue with his until he nipped her, reminding her of her role. She obediently pulled back, letting him explore her mouth at his leisure. Her ass, however, began a slow movement, her hips swinging just a bit, just enough to brush her against his already achingly hard cock.
He pulled back from the kiss and swatted her pussy at the same time. She gave a startled squeak and stilled her movements.
“Nothing hidden in your mouth,” he commented.
She stuck her tongue out at him, but he chose to ignore it, moving behind her so she wouldn’t see his grin. He had a feeling role-playing wasn’t her usual game. It wasn’t his, either, but the situation fairly demanded it. The fingers he held against her panties slid carefully up to tease at the elastic edge.
“What about here?” he asked. “Are you sure you don’t want to admit to anything hidden here? Anything dangerous?” He punctuated the question with a sharp nibble on her neck.
She gasped but remained quiet.
“I guess I’ll just have to check for myself.” He slid one finger through her cream and then into her. Her muscles clasped him tightly, his dick swelling further in envy.
“Well, well, what have we here?” he asked. “You seem to be all wet, missy.”
She choked, then coughed what he was sure had started out as a laugh.
“I don’t know, Sir. It’s never done that before.”
The laughter in her voice faded as he added a second finger. He lifted up, bringing her to her toes, his palm smashing her clit, his fingers pulsing against her squeezing pussy.
“Ahhh.” Her head dropped back, her hair brushing his cheek.
He scissored his fingers and circled his palm, listening to her gasps and pants pitch higher and higher. She started to bounce on her toes, her body instinctively trying to catch his rhythm. He placed a gentle kiss on her damp throat and lowered her before removing his fingers.
“Nooo,” she moaned.
He pinched her stomach with his wet fingers to still her seeking hips. She dropped her head between her arms and went motionless.
“That cavity seems to be empty, as well. But I believe there’s still one left to check.”
Her head swiveled just enough for her to peek at him from behind her arm. Her expression was not particularly compliant. He narrowed his eyes at her and she blinked, seeming to recall herself to the situation. To the man. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and she faced forward again.
“Please, Sir. I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Mmm, hmm. We’ll see about that.”
Switching hands, he swiped up more of her cream and raised her skirt again, teasing his wet finger against her puckered hole. She took a deep breath, then pushed out, giving his finger entry. Clearly she’d played here before, but he had to fight against her muscles to go all the way in, so he guessed it wasn’t a frequent thing for her. He’d given her plenty of time to stop him with her safe word. If she’d been the least bit hesitant, he wouldn’t have pressed in. Too many people had issues and since they hadn’t discussed her limits, he made sure he had her unspoken agreement before continuing. When she’d relaxed completely around him, he began to move the finger in and out.
“Sir, please. Drew.” Her muscles quivered against his leg as she fought to remain still this time, fought to do as he’d instructed. “It seems I was mistaken.” He slid his free hand back under her panties and fit two fingers into her grasping sheath. “There’s nothing inside you but me. I’ll just have to fill you up myself.” His long fingers stroked her everywhere and he was sure she was near her peak. “Give me your mouth,” he commanded.
Chapter Two
Emma didn’t hesitate, but turned her face to his and opened for him, accepting him in as he thrust with his tongue in rhythm with his hands, filling her in a way she’d never been filled before. With no toys, no props, and only their silly game, he’d taken full possession of her. And they were both still dressed. Her vague thoughts shattered as he twisted his fingers just so, sending her over the edge she’d been riding. She cried out his name, forcing her knees to lock so she didn’t fall out of position. She moaned as he pulled free of the kiss, her arms sagging. But he was there, pulling out of her, bringing her into his body and holding her tightly. He lowered them both to the ground, settling her into his lap as she leaned against him and practiced breathing.
Wow. That hadn’t been the biggest orgasm she’d ever had, but it certainly had been the most clothed. “That was easy,” she said, waving a hand over her still fully clothed body as explanation. She grinned.
He snorted, which she felt, more than heard, since she was leaning against him. “Easy for you.”
“Well, yeah. That’s what I meant.”
He slapped her thigh. “Brat. Is that your thing? Do you like to misbehave and drive your Doms crazy?”
“Hasn’t been my thing before, but I’m giving it new consideration,” she teased. She squeezed her thigh muscle against his hardness. “Don’t you, um, want to do something about that?” she asked, irritated that it sounded more shy than sultry.
“Who’s in charge here?” She might become addicted to that stern but teasing voice if she wasn’t careful.
“Sorry, just trying to be a good and helpful sub,” she answered primly.
“Mmm, hmm.” His fingers had started inching her dress up. “I don’t exactly carry condoms in my uniform, or leave a store of them in my barn.”
“Ah. That’s good to know.” His fingers played along the inside of her thigh, just above the knees. He took his hands away and she tensed her muscles not to move, not to chase him down.
“Feel okay to drive now?” he asked, tearing her attention from his clever fingers.
She forced a smile and nodded, hoping her uncertainty wasn’t showing. Surely he meant drive to his house, not get back on the road. Please, please, please.
He held out his hand and she took it gratefully, still a bit wobbly as he led her out of the barn and to the Mustang’s door. His thumb brushed over her lips and she was convinced he was going to kiss her goodbye and send her on her way. She pulled her shoulders back and met his eyes.
“It’s only about half a mile.” He pointed past the barn, farther up the way they’d been driving. “Go first so you’re not eating my dust.”
She nodded, afraid to open her mouth and babble out something ridiculous in her relief.
The dirt road curved gently until she could see an old ranch house. It looked freshly painted and well maintained. Not much of a garden but what was there was neat and tended.
Pulling to a stop, she parked the car and put the top up, latching it into place. She grabbed her purse and got out, breathing deeply to keep her nerves from ratcheting up to fear. The rational part of her knew that she was being unsafe, but that the chances of running into a homicidal Dom cop was much, much less likely than running into a Dom cop who was simply enjoying the unusual opportunity, as she was. If he’d wanted to harm her, he’d already had plenty of opportunity.
He took her arm and led her up the steps, quickly unlocking the door and motioning for her to enter. “Welcome to my house.”
“Thanks, it’s lovely.” It was. Masculine but not bachelor, comfortable but not rustic. He led her to the kitchen and pointed to a seat at the table. By the time she’d sat and placed her purse on the chair next to her, he’d returned with a portable phone, which he held out to her.
“Am I calling someone?” she asked.
“Don’t you think you should?” He didn’t sound bossy exactly. Just…firm. She wasn’t sure how he managed the difference, but gave him credit for it. And he was probably right. If she was going to stay with him any longer, she needed to let someone know where she was and who she was with. Which put her independent streak up, but she was adult enough to do what was smart, despite being annoyed by it. The real question was how long she might be staying.
“Fine. Thanks.” She waited, but he didn’t leave. Rolling her eyes, she turned her attention to the phone. Which was useless to her. Who remembered numbers anymore? Besides, she didn’t want to have an actual conversation. She put the handset on the table, fished her cell phone out of her purse and started typing.
“What’s your address?” she asked without looking up. She punched in what he told her, adding his phone number when he supplied that as well. “There,” she announced with a flourish, snapping the phone closed and setting it on the table.
He narrowed his eyes at her. “When did you say you’d check in?”
She opened her mouth but was interrupted by her ringing phone. When she saw Taryn’s name on the screen, she frowned. Didn’t her friend realize she’d texted instead of calling for a reason?
“Hi, Taryn.”
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��Hey, girl. Caleb wants to talk to you.”
“I don’t—” She stopped talking when it became obvious Taryn hadn’t stuck around long enough to hear a response.
“Emma.”
She darted a quick look at Drew who was leaning against the counter, legs crossed, arms crossed, face impassive.
“Hi, Caleb.”
Drew narrowed his eyes at her.
“Where did you meet this guy?”
“Caleb. You’re not my father, or my brother. You’ve never interrogated me about my dates before.”
“You’ve never called to set up a safety check.”
“How do you know?”
“I asked. Who is this guy?”
“He’s a police officer. We got to talking. I’m at his house. Like I texted, I’ll call Taryn in the morning, let her know I’m safely at the hotel.”
“Three hours,” Caleb said.
“Two hours,” Drew said loudly at the same time.
“Fine!” She pushed the off button and slammed the phone down on the table, glaring at it rather than the man in front of her. Then she bit her lip. Crap, she hoped Caleb wasn’t pissed at her. Of course, she had another man to worry about at the moment. She turned to face Drew, trying to look stern.
“Look, bossing me around in the bedroom, or the barn as the case may be, is one thing. Telling me—”
She broke off when he dropped to his knees in front of her chair, pushing between her legs. He grabbed her hair in his hand and pulled her head down for a kiss. He teased and tasted, nipped and sucked, never letting her get a handle on the kiss, never letting go of the control. His fingers tightened and the tug against her scalp made her shiver. She wasn’t into pain, but this she liked. This physical manifestation of his control of her.
