by Tara Rose
She wrapped her arms and legs around him again. “Is that a fact, Detective?”
Light twinkled in his eyes. “Have it your way,” he said softly.
Julie was turned around and bent over the desk before she had time to react. Sean took her arms and put them behind her back, and then he slapped handcuffs on her wrists. She bit back giggles and squirmed against the hard edge of the wooden desk. She watched him walk over to the sofa, glance around, and then stack one cushion on top of the other.
She straightened up as he advanced toward her, but he was faster. He picked her up and carried her around the sofa, bending her over the back of it. Her head and shoulders rested on the stacked-up cushions, but she was leaning over far enough so that her ass and pussy were in the air.
Sean slid her clothes down her legs and lifted one foot then the other to remove them. He pushed up against her from behind, caging her thighs with his body. “I’m going to fuck you, Julie, but first I’m going to punish you for disobeying me.”
A shudder ran through her at his words. He walked over to where he’d hung up his coat and dug in the pockets, pulling out a coil of nylon rope. Julie gasped. He removed the handcuffs and bound her wrists with the rope. It was surprisingly soft against her skin.
“This won’t hurt you. Spread your legs wide apart.”
Julie smiled. “No.”
Sean smacked each ass cheek so hard Julie yelped. “I said spread your legs.”
This time she did, even though she was aching for him to spank her again. He bound each ankle, and she could feel him tie the rope to what she assumed were the legs on the sofa. Then he straightened up again and stroked her back and ass cheeks before reaching around to play with her breasts. He teased the nipples into hard points and massaged them until Julie’s pussy was soaking wet and she was whimpering.
“You want my dick inside you, don’t you?” he asked softly.
“Yes.”
He smacked each ass cheek hard again. Julie was stunned that his hand could hurt so much after what he and Maddox had done to her Saturday night. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Detective.”
He returned to teasing her breasts. His erection pushed against the crack of her ass and she moaned. “And you’re going to get it, Julie. But first we have some business to take care of.” Sean walked over to his coat again and pulled out what looked like a dozen red leather roses, each flower dangling on the end of a thick strap. As he got closer, Julie realized it was a flogger.
He tugged on her hair to raise her head so she could get a good look at it. “This is going to sting a lot, Julie. But you brought this on yourself. Remember that.”
“What did I do wrong?”
Sean walked around behind her, swinging the rose flogger. It whistled in the air, low and thick, like the drone of a large airplane in her ear. “What did you do wrong?” He smacked each of her ass cheeks with his hand once and she jumped. “You’ve been teasing me since grade school with those gorgeous blue eyes.” The flogger dragged across her ass, forcing a moan from her. “Every time our eyes met in middle school, you blushed.” One more drag across her ass, and this time he flung it against her pussy as well.
“Then in high school you didn’t even talk to me.” He smacked her ass with the rose flogger, and Julie cried out. It stung like crazy, and she knew he hadn’t hit her nearly as hard as he was capable of. Sean massaged her ass cheeks. “I see you like this one. I’ll have to remember that.” His voice was smooth and sexy, and Julie’s pussy was soaked. She was going to have to get her sofa cleaned tomorrow.
“I did talk to you in high school.”
The next strike was harder and she groaned. “No you didn’t, Julie. I had such a big crush on you, and all you did was blush and look away every time I saw you.”
“I’m sorry, Detective.”
He caressed her breasts. “Good girl. But we aren't done listing all your transgressions.” He struck her twice with the flogger, and Julie saw stars behind her closed lids. Her ass cheeks were already on fire. “And now we come to Maddox.” She heard a zipper and then the sound of foil crinkling. She listened to the sound of him putting on a condom, and then he pushed his dick inside her wet pussy. Sean tapped her clit with his fingers and Julie moaned.
“You flirted with Maddox at Alexa’s party. Admit it.” He fucked her slowly while he hit her pussy with each thrust.
“No…”
Sean pulled out and struck her ass three times with the flogger. Julie cried out in pain, but her cries quickly turned to moans of pleasure as he plunged his cock inside her pussy again. An orgasm was already starting to build. “Admit it, Julie. I know you did. Maddox told me.”
Had he now? How interesting. “I did. I’m sorry, Detective. I flirted shamelessly with him.” She hadn’t exactly flirted, at least not consciously, but if that’s how Maddox had interpreted it, and if it turned Sean on, she’d go along with it for now.
“I knew it.” He pulled out and struck her ass four times with the flogger, and Julie wasn’t sure she could handle any more. It burned more than anything either man had done to her before. He followed that with delicate caresses on her breasts and pussy. When he began to flick her clit, Julie squirmed against his touch. “Do you like this?” he asked softly.
“Yes, Detective.”
He struck her once with the flogger and then resumed playing with her breasts and pussy. “And do you like the roses, Julie?”
“I’m not sure.”
Sean struck her twice on the ass again, and this time it didn’t seem to burn as much. Either he hadn’t struck her as hard or she was getting used to it. “It burns, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Detective.”
He struck her ass three times, and her pussy began to contract in tiny spasms.
“And it stings worse than anything we’ve used on you.”
“Yes.”
Sean struck her ass five times in a row and Julie cried out.
“But you do like it, don’t you?”
“Yes. Yes, Detective. I like it.”
“Good girl.”
Julie cried out in exquisite pleasure as Sean plunged his dick inside her pussy again and fucked her slowly. He rubbed her clit as he did so, and her climax poised on the edge, ready to burst wide open.
“Do you know what I want, Julie?”
“What…what do you want, Detective?”
“I want you ready for me at a moment’s notice. I want you so fucking hot and ready for me that you can’t stop thinking about me all day, every day.”
Julie groaned loudly. She was already in that state. Didn’t he know it?
He pulled out and began to flog her again. “I want you to take a good hard spanking or paddling or flogging on that delicious ass of yours because I think you’ve had fantasies about this for a long time.” He stopped and walked around to kneel in front of her face. “Am I right? You have, haven’t you?”
She nodded, unable to say the words he wanted to hear. She had barely been able to admit that to herself let alone anyone else. The smile he gave her lit up his face. “I was right. Thank you for telling me, Julie. Thank you for the trust you’ve shown me, and thank you for the gift of your submission.”
“There isn’t anything I’d deny you, Sean.” It was true. If Julie hadn’t realized it before, at least not while in a waking state, she sure as hell recognized it now. He kissed her, his tongue and lips doing things to her that she could hardly keep track of. So many competing sensations demanded her attention at that moment, including one startling thought that ricocheted around her brain and wouldn’t stop. She was falling head over heels crazy in love with Sean Brennan.
Chapter Seventeen
He stared into her eyes for long moments, and again she noticed a quick flash of pain. What was wrong? She wanted to ask him, but he kissed her again, and this time it was almost desperate. Hot slivers of fear raced through her, and she wasn’t able to shake them until he stepped behind her and began to f
log her again.
The burning pain mixed with the searing pleasure of his dick inside her pussy after every few strikes. He’d thrust for about a minute, slow and torturous, and then he’d go back to flogging her. Julie was whimpering, and tears ran down her face. Her orgasm hung there, never quite reaching fruition, and the realization that Sean knew that and wasn’t letting her come on purpose drove her insane with need.
She begged him to let her come, but all he did was caress her nipples and her pussy just enough to keep it from happening. She was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration, her pussy was raw and sore, and her ass cheeks felt like someone had dropped hot coals on them when he finally stopped flogging her and pushed his dick inside her again.
This time he thrust quickly, his groans competing with her sighs and moans. When he reached underneath and gently squeezed her clit, the climax exploded in a dizzying array of flashing lights and screams from her throat. She didn’t stop until her throat was so raw she couldn’t squeak out another sound, and still Sean wasn’t done with her.
Droplets of his sweat splashed onto her back and her bruised ass cheeks as he grabbed her breasts and fucked her harder than before. “Julie…Julie…I’ve wanted you all these years, and I’m never going to let you go.”
She whipped her head back and forth as another orgasm began to build, and when it came she could only pant and whimper.
“Don’t ever wear hose again. And next Tuesday I want you in black lace under your professional dress. Do you understand?”
“Yes…” She could barely speak let alone process what he’d just said. Next Tuesday?
Sean finally came, and his last thrusts were rough and deep. He lay against her back for a few moments, his breathing fast and shallow, and then he straightened up and she heard him take off his condom. He untied her and cradled her in his lap, stroking her hair, her back, and her very sore ass cheeks. Julie never wanted to leave her office. When he released her, she asked if he wanted to come over for dinner.
“I wish I could. Chad and I are going to be way too busy for a while. We’re on a stake-out.”
“Here in Racy? How intriguing. Can you tell me about it?”
He shook his head and released her. Then he began to gather up her clothes, handing them to her without looking her directly in the eyes. “Not a chance, sweetheart. But believe me when I tell you I’d much rather be with you, Julie.”
“Sean, is everything okay?” Had he just called her “sweetheart?”
He stared at her like he wanted to say something, but instead he smiled. It was the same kind of smile her clients gave her when they tried to reassure her that they’d just told her the truth, but she knew they’d only said what they thought she wanted to hear. Julie shivered.
“Everything is great.” Sean kissed her gently on the tip of her nose. “How could it not be? I have you in my life.”
She grabbed his forearm. “Yes, you do. And that means if something is wrong, you can share it with me.”
The smile faded and sadness filled his eyes. He sat on the edge of his desk and pulled her into his arms. “Julie, my job is like yours in the sense that there are times I can’t tell you what’s going on. But that doesn’t mean I’m shutting you out, or trying to keep anything from you. It just means I can’t say anything.”
She nodded. Of course. That made perfect sense. It would be the same situation with any of her clients. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I understand.”
His quick kiss this time was on her mouth. “You have nothing to apologize for, okay? Trust me when I tell you this is a bad situation, but one that I feel certain will work out eventually. It’s just that I won’t be around in the evenings until it’s concluded, and I had to see you.”
She grinned. “Should I keep this appointment spot open then?”
Sean pulled her close and groaned. “You are so fucking sexy I can’t even believe it. Yes, keep it open. And could we occasionally eat lunch in here together once in a while, just so you don’t think I only want you for sex?”
Julie laughed. “What? You want more than that? Detective, I’m shocked.”
The light didn’t leave his eyes, but his expression grew serious. “Yes, Julie. I want much more than that. I hope you know that.” He caressed her face. “I wish I didn't have to go, but I do. May I call you later?”
She nodded, unsure what to say. After he left, Julie sat on the edge of her desk for a long time and thought about everything he’d said this afternoon, and the expressions she’d seen cross his face, wishing she could shake the irrational fear that something was very, very wrong.
* * * *
Wednesday evening, Julie dressed in what she hoped was appropriate attire for a bar. She had thought about calling Kari, but she knew if she did she’d also end up asking her questions about what was expected from a sub, and that was a conversation she’d rather have in person.
She waited for Maddox, dressed in black jeans and a blue sweater that she thought brought out the color of her eyes. At the last minute she’d traded in her flats for boots that she’d bought downtown on her lunch hour. They were black, with higher heels than she was used to, and decorative buckles along the sides. She hoped Maddox liked them.
He pulled up in a black Bimmer. Julie knew next to nothing about luxury cars, but it looked ridiculously expensive even from the street. She opened the door and watched him smile as he came up the front walk.
“Wow. You look great, Julie.”
“Thanks. So do you.” Maddox was dressed in jeans and a sweater, but somehow he made the casualness of the clothing look dashing and unique. And he smelled incredible.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes. Just let me grab my coat.” The inside of his car smelled like his house—leather and sage. Mozart played on the satellite radio. It rode like they were on glass. “This is nice.”
His smile was unassuming. One of the things she admired about Maddox was the way he didn’t flaunt his wealth or make an issue out of downplaying it. He simply accepted it. “I haven’t driven it in a while. It’s nice to be out again, even if there is snow on the road.”
“I don’t mind the snow very much. Do you?”
“No, not really. Winter has its advantages.” He glanced sideways and gave her a wink. “You can curl up in front of a fire and find interesting ways to keep warm.”
Julie sighed as a shiver ran through her. He and Sean were going to wear her out, but she loved it. Thoughts of Sean made her frown. He’d said he and Chad were on a stakeout. Was he all right? His phone call last night had been short, but Julie had grinned like a lovesick puppy when he’d told her how much he couldn’t wait to see her again.
“Earth to Julie.”
She glanced at Maddox and guilt washed over her. This was huge for him—being out like this. She should have her attention focused on him tonight, not on Sean. “I’m sorry. I had a difficult client today.” She winced inwardly at the lie.
“Anything you can talk about?”
Her first instinct was to say “no” but then she thought better of it. Maybe she could get the information she desperately wanted without having to ask Kari or Alexa? “Well, she’s in this relationship with a man who’s dominant, and she isn’t sure she can be submissive. At least, not in the way he wants her to be.”
“Oh?” The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, but if he suspected anything, Julie couldn’t tell. She knew she was taking a risk, but she wanted to please him and Sean. They’d been Doms for a while now, and she assumed they’d each had subs. There were rules and expectations she knew nothing about. She didn’t want to appear foolish to either of them.
“Yes. I feel like I’m on eggshells when I talk to her because I don’t know enough about the rules or expectations of such a relationship, and of course each one is different, but there may be issues I don’t know about and I’d hate to ignore those unintentionally.”
He glanced sideways as they cruised along Market Street downtown. �
��That’s true, Julie. There are plenty of Doms who are all about lording their absolute control over a sub, but it doesn’t have to be that way. In the purest sense, a Dom/sub relationship is whatever the two or more people in it say it is. They make their own rules.”
She was surprised to hear him say that. “Really? I’m embarrassed to say this, but I always assumed there was a set of rules out there somewhere, like a secret handbook or something.”
This time he did grin, and Julie knew without asking that he’d seen through her ruse. The fact that he didn’t bring it to her attention or tease her about it had her fighting back tears. Too many memories of the men she’d dated in college using her own insecurities to taunt her came rushing back as she gazed into Maddox’s dark eyes.
But Maddox wasn’t any of those men, and he wasn’t going to insult or belittle her. He found a parking space near Luke’s Bar and put the car in park, then turned in his seat to face her. “We have secret handshakes, too. Want me to teach them to you?”
Julie couldn’t help but laugh. “I sound silly, don’t I?”
He shook his head. “Not at all. I’m more flattered than you can imagine that you’re asking for clarification even if you did pretend the questions weren’t from you.” Maddox reached over and took her hand, giving it a tight squeeze. “Julie, I’ll level with you. It’s been a number of years since I’ve had a sub. But before that, I had several over a short period of time. Each of them was trained under various Doms, and they were all into total submission. They dressed the way I told them to, they didn’t go to the bathroom in public without first asking permission, and they ate only what I said they could. And you know what? In the end, it didn’t mean shit.”
“That sounds sad.” She’d said that to Sean as well when he’d alluded to his past relationships.
