Several sets of handcuffs were also in there, and Scarlett grinned. God bless a tidy man. This made her plans much easier.
She snatched up two pairs, pushed the drawer shut, and looked up to find Mike watching her with a half smile.
“Feeling better then, My Lady?”
Scarlett twirled the handcuffs around her index fingers and fixed him with her best intimidating stare.
“Did I give you permission to speak to me, brass?” she asked, and Mike’s grin deepened. This was not the reaction she was expecting, and she raised one eyebrow and lifted her right leg onto the bed.
Cool air hit her moist pussy, and Mike’s eyes darkened as his gaze zeroed in on the unimpeded view she was allowing him to have. The sheet covering his groin tented to her satisfaction and he shook his head and groaned.
“Pull the sheet down and let me see what’s mine,” she said. The never far away shimmer of arousal she felt when she was near him burst into flame. Her nipples hardened against the flannel of the shirt she’d shrugged into when she’d gotten up, and her cunt grew wet.
He noticed of course. Scarlett glimpsed the hint of triumph in his eyes before he masked it and held out his wrist to her.
“You do realize, My Lady, that using a cop’s own handcuffs on him is a recognized offence. As is snooping around in his house without his permission or suitable warrant. I might just have to place you under house arrest.”
His voice dropped lower as he spoke and Scarlett’s stomach dropped right with it. That voice was just sex-on-legs, instant panty-dropping material and this cocky male knew that.
Scarlett chose not to answer him and busied herself by snapping the first set of handcuffs on his wrist and then the headboard. His smirk got deeper when she knelt on the bed and reached across him to fasten the other set.
“I could get out of these in seconds, if I wanted to.” His hot breath feathered across her neck and his stubble scraped the sensitive skin there. Scarlett’s hair cocooned them both in an intimate caress when she pulled back slightly and looked down on him.
“Yes, but you’re not going to, are you, brass?”
She reached down to grasp his hard shaft and Mike’s pupils dilated to such a degree his eyes were almost black. Only a faint line of brilliant blue remained around them, and Scarlett sat up more until the ends of her hair trailed across his nipples. The little flat buds hardened and she continued the feather-like tickles down his torso. Mike’s sharp inhalation told her that she was getting to him, as much as his pulsing cock under her fingertips did.
His hips rose and he tried to thrust into her hands, but Scarlett simply withdrew her fingers with a laugh and continued the slow torture of teasing him with her long tresses.
Mike’s skin rippled, his breaths grew heavy, and his legs twitched until she straddled them and pinned him down with her bodyweight.
Instantly he ceased moving, and a warm glow spread through her at his compliance. He could shove her slight weight off his tree-trunk legs in seconds, yet he chose not to, and a heavy rush of feminine power enveloped Scarlett.
Submission freely given was a gift to be treasured and could not be rivalled as an aphrodisiac. Her pussy lips left wet trails along his legs, and the hair on his legs tickled her sensitive flesh. She rocked herself up and down his thighs a few times, enjoying the sensation of his hair-roughed skin against her clit and Mike yanked at his restraints.
“Fuck.”
Scarlett smiled at that hoarse exclamation and wrapped the ends of her hair around his cock and balls in silken bondage.
“Oh, fuck we most definitely will, but only at my say so, boy.” She sat up straighter, which tightened her hair around his cock and sac and Mike groaned low in his throat.
Drops of pre-cum coated his slit and his spicy musk turned Scarlett on even more.
“You’ve been holding out on me, my boy. You’re not just an ordinary cop, are you?”
Mike didn’t answer and she sat up more, until her scalp tingled with the pressure and the strands dug into Mike’s skin.
Their gazes met and held and she asked again.
“Who the fuck are you, Mike?”
* * * *
Jesus, if she sat up any more she’d cut his balls off for sure, and that thought just made him harder. Mike had never understood how anyone could get off on pain, but with Scarlett’s hair wrapped around his junk in the most intimate torture, arousal won over the residual pain. Mike realized with a start he trusted her completely to not take this too far, and his heart leaped for joy at this re-emergence of Scarlett the Mistress. The fact that she did so dressed in nothing but one of his favorite shirts and with her pussy juices coating his thigh made this even hotter.
She gave a sharp tug with her hair that shot darts of pain and lust from his groin to every part of his body.
“I asked you a question. I demand an answer.”
Fingernails dug into his thighs, adding to the myriad of sensations assaulting him, and Scarlett released her stranglehold on his cock when she bent her head and used her teeth to tug at his pubic hair.
“Jesus, you know I’m not.” Mike groaned his answer and was rewarded with a kiss to his hypersensitive slit. She looked up at him, and every pore in his body tightened. He wanted her so fucking badly, but the need to protect her, the need to be honest took precedence.
“My team is special ops. We work undercover and on direct command of the commissioner. That’s all I can tell you, My Lady.”
“Why would the commissioner assign a whole special ops team to protect me? I know he needs to keep this under wraps, but that’s insane.”
“He didn’t. I did.”
Scarlett went utterly still and Mike didn’t dare move an inch as a myriad of emotions flitted across her face. When she finally moved and carefully untangled her hair from its intimate bondage he wanted nothing more than to wrap her up in his arms and hug her until that stunned expression left her face.
“The commissioner assigned me to go undercover. To protect you and to get the bastard who was blackmailing him.” He couldn’t quite keep the jealous note out of his voice, even as he called himself a goddamn fool. But the thought of Scarlett and the commissioner, fuck, any other man but him, made him want to howl.
Scarlett was his Lady, dammit, no one else’s.
“I called my team when this turned into a personal attack on you. Whoever is behind this wants you. The commissioner was either a red herring to put us off the scent or an ill-advised attempt at making a quick buck.”
He cursed inside as her eyes clouded over and filled with tears that she resolutely blinked away.
“I’m sorry, but we will get the sick bastard who did this. I promise. I’ve put all my manpower behind it, which will probably land me in a shitload of trouble with my boss, but I don’t give a flying fuck about that. I want you safe, and I’m not leaving your fucking side until we find the asshole. Do you hear me?”
Scarlett nodded and ran a fingernail up and down the thick vein on his dick. His prick jerked and Mike groaned.
“Why would you do all that, Mike?” she asked. “You hardly know me. You hated everything to do with the club and tried to shut us down god only knows how many times over the last three months. I get dedication to the job, but this is extreme. Why would you care about what happens to a bunch of perverts?”
Mike couldn’t breathe past the sudden elephant sitting on his chest, and his ears grew hot under her unrelenting attention. Those feline eyes of hers stripped him bare until he had nowhere to hide, pinned him down as effectively as any restraints, but it was the slight tremor in her thighs, and the trembling way she brushed her hair off her face that got to him.
His little Lady cared a great deal about his answer and as uncomfortable as this was for him to admit, he owed her the truth.
“I may have been too hasty in my previous assessment. I don’t pretend I get half of the stuff I’ve witnessed, or had to read through in my research. But what you do to me…G
iving up control does something to me deep inside.” Scarlett’s intense gaze felt like a liquid caress on his skin and he forced himself to keep going.
“I’m not sure what that makes me, and I’ll fucking deck anyone else who might try to boss me around, but what we have …what you do to me makes me hard as nails.”
He dropped his gaze, feeling out of his depth and rather ridiculous. He didn’t do this baring his soul stuff, yet he didn’t seem to be able to stop either.
“You don’t have to label it, Mike,” Scarlett said and he heard the smile in her voice. “Every participant and Dom/sub in this lifestyle is different. As long as it’s all safe, sane, and consensual between adults, that is all that matters. You know that, right? Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”
The edge of command in her voice made his balls draw tight and his head snap up. The warm approval in her gaze was like a balm to his very soul and he nodded.
“Yes, My Lady, but I sure as fuck don’t truly understand Laura and Slade. I can see how happy they make each other, though.”
Scarlett nodded and shrugged out of his shirt, exposing her pert little breasts. The nipples stood to attention and his mouth watered for a taste.
“I want to see Laura happy. I’ve been such an ass to her, when all this time it was my fault. She called me first, see, and I told her to grow up and fuck off. Our parents would still be alive if I hadn’t thought with my dick, and had simply gone and collected her.”
“Shhh, it was a tragic accident, Mike.” Scarlett placed her finger over his lips, silencing him. “Tragic and terribly unfair, but that’s all it was. We’ve all done things we’re not proud of, things we shouldn’t have done, said things in the heat of the moment that we never meant. We all fuck up, Mike. Owning those fuck ups and doing something to fix them, that’s what counts.”
Her smile of understanding and affection blasted away the last barriers to his heart, and Mike knew he would lay his life down for her. His chest felt tight and the thought of anything happening to her filled him with cold dread.
“You make that sound so easy.”
Scarlett smiled and, grasping his cock, lifted up until she could rub herself all over his dick. Her juices coated his shaft and Mike bucked his hips, until his cock slid into the tight clasp of her body.
Scarlett’s gasp joined his grunt of bliss as her wet heat engulfed him. She lowered herself slowly onto him, so slowly that he grit his teeth and counted backward in his head to stop himself from thrusting up into the tight fist her internal walls had him in.
“It’s not…easy.”
Scarlett gasped the words and leant forward until her tits dangled in front of his mouth. Mike took the hint and sucked one pink-tipped nipple into his mouth and Scarlett clenched around him and sunk further down on his cock. Mike alternated his attention from one rosy peak to another, and Scarlett’s core rippled, telling him how close she was.
She lifted up and then slid down his cock again, impaling herself further on his dick. His balls drew up and he couldn’t stop the tiny thrust upwards. Scarlett moaned in answer and increased her pace, driving him to the brink of no return in record time.
“There’s another reason.” He ground the words out through clenched teeth and she increased her rhythm further. Her breast bounced in front of him and another gush of her juices aided the slide of his member into her channel.
“What…wh–what’s…that?” She tightened into a velvet fist around his cock as her orgasm hit and Mike lost the fight with his body. He thrust upwards, sending Scarlett tumbling on top of him as her body went limp and she shook in the throes of her release.
“You. My. Lady.” He punctuated each word with a powerful thrust into her, and Scarlett tightened and released around his marauding cock. Without the latex covering he always used with other women he could feel every tiny nuance of her trembling sheath, and it made the act even more intimate.
“Me? What makes…me…Oh god. I’m going to come again…oh.”
The rest of her words were lost in another orgasm that took him right with her. Pleasure surged through him, and with it the realization that he was in serious danger of falling for this tiny woman so hard and fast that he would never recover.
That thought ought to scare the crap out of him, but instead it left a warm glow behind that had nothing to do with his body being sated.
He was so fucked.
Chapter Eleven
“Dammit all to hell and back. We’re missing something here. Keep looking. Yes I’m fucking aware of that…No, I do not think protection ought to be scaled back…He can kiss my ass.”
Scarlett froze in the hallway. Mike was under considerable pressure from his boss to get this case solved, and she knew he was getting increasingly frustrated by the inability to trace the person who’d broken into her flat two weeks ago. True to his promise, he’d placed Scarlett under house arrest, unless she was accompanied by him.
When he couldn’t be there because he was needed at the station, or to follow up a lead himself, he made sure either Slade or Pedro was with her. It had riled Scarlett to start with, until Mike had shared the confidential profiling that had been done on the perp. The words extremely dangerous, psychopathic, and most-likely male with a fixation on extreme kink had jumped out at her. According to the profile, the perp was unstable and disgusted with him or herself for being aroused by his acts of violence.
Mike had tried to shield her from the next bit, but she had pulled the Domme card and had ordered him to let her see.
What she’d read had sent her to the toilet to bring up the contents of her lunch. Traces of semen had been found on poor Eric’s mutilated body, as though the bastard had jerked off over her cat’s remains.
Mike had held her hair for her, helped her to clean up, and then just wrapped her up in one of his Mike-sized hugs, that meant she never wanted to leave the safe confines of his arms.
And she hadn’t left them—much. Laura had brought over Scarlett’s toiletries, some clothes, and the all-important toy bag, and every day since, Scarlett and Mike had sunk deeper into their Dom/sub dynamic as she pushed him past more of his boundaries.
Not that he had many. His only real limits were playing with others and anal play. Scarlett had made progress in getting him to accept her fingers as she massaged his prostrate, but he cried red every time she even looked at a butt plug, let alone her strap-on.
It was rather amusing to tease him and to see the big lout of man blanch and shake his head. Another Mistress might well have insisted on his bending to her will, but Scarlett had no wish to break his spirit. She loved the fire in his eyes, and the way he growled his annoyance when any other man stepped too close to her, Dom or sub alike.
He positively gave off touch my Lady and die vibes, and Scarlett loved his possessiveness. It matched her own as far as he was concerned and was the main reason they had confined their play to the private rooms at the club, and Mike’s flat. He was one hell of a treat on the eyes, and Scarlett was not prepared to share him with anyone, even if that sharing was just via visual inspection.
Laura had commented on this only yesterday, when they had left Slade’s house after an impromptu dinner, and then private play party. Pedro had brought one of the unattached subs from the club and the woman had taken a shine to Mike. Mike in turn had completely ignored her, but the whole thing had pissed Pedro off to no end. The Spaniard had left early, murmuring to himself in Spanish. Scarlett understood enough of the language to turn her cheeks red, and Mike had pulled her into a hug so fierce she’d been surprised he hadn’t bruised her ribs.
“Finally. That bitch was giving me the creeps.”
Laura and Slade had laughed and Mike had scowled something fierce.
“A tad harsh, brother dear,” Laura had teased him, and he’d stuck his tongue out at her. The easy banter between the siblings had brought a lump to Scarlett’s throat. They’d come a long way in a short space of time, but both were simply happy to have each ot
her in their lives again. There were still awkward moments of course, but barriers sure broke down faster when you were restrained next to your sibling whilst your respective Dominants took turns in a therapeutic flogging.
“Scarlett, your sub needs a lesson in manners.” Slade’s amused voice had made Mike stiffen behind her and Laura had giggled.
“I don’t know, Sir, I reckon my brother enjoys any punishments Scarlett dishes out a tad too much.”
“You might be right there, pet.”
Slade had drawn her on his lap, and Laura had settled back against him with a sigh of contentment.
A grim smile brought Scarlett’s lips up now, and she stomped her feet loudly to announce herself.
“Are we going soon, Mike? I…Oh, sorry, you’re on the phone.”
The white lie almost stuck in her throat and Mike turned his back on her and ended the call. The tight set of his shoulders brought tears to her eyes and the Domme in her wanted to order him to strip and serve her. Nothing worked faster to get Mike to relax than a heavy scene, but he’d finally agreed to let her go back to her flat, and Scarlett yearned to get back there, if only to reassure herself that that part of her life still existed.
“Problems,” she asked and stepped up behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed herself into his back. Mike interlinked his fingers with hers and sighed.
“Nothing I can’t handle.”
“Brass!”
Mike flinched at her tone of voice, dropped his hands, and then turned around and got to his knees in front of her. The ease with which he did that now made her heart skip a beat. Palms up on his thighs, head bowed, and eyes downcast, he held his position with ease. Scarlett ran her hands over his short hair and then cupped his chin to make him look at her.
“Sorry, My Lady, but they want to scale down your protection and assign me to a different case. It ain’t fucking happening, not while that bastard is still out there, no doubt planning his next move.”
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