She shook her head.
“Then they stay on.” Bending forward, he lifted her slightly so he could raise her dress, the material gathering around her waist. Then he tugged her thong off, tossing it aside.
“Open your legs, Ms. Iser.”
He loved the way her eyes went heavy every time he used her maiden name. It continued to fuel the fantasy, to keep her on edge. And hot.
She spread her thighs a few inches. She wasn’t finished fighting him yet. Annie intended to make him work for everything. He stepped between her legs, using his knees to open her as wide as the confines of the car would allow. The height of her sitting on the seat, with him standing in the open door, was perfect for what he had in mind next.
Evan unhooked his gun belt, laying it on the backseat of the convertible. Annie’s gaze never left his hands as he unzipped his pants, then reached in to draw out his cock. He held back the groan of relief he felt as he freed his erection. He’d reached critical mass the moment she’d stepped out of the car and the tightness of his pants had become painful.
Annie moved forward slightly, but he halted her.
“I haven’t told you what to do.”
She looked up. “I hardly think I need instructions.”
Her sassy smile faded when he pulled the ribbon out of her hair, her auburn waves falling over her shoulders. He wrapped a handful of tresses around his fingers, tugging it roughly.
Annie flushed, her breathing becoming rapid.
“You will do exactly as I say and nothing more.” He stroked his cock with one hand as she watched, the other still gripping her hair, holding her captive.
Annie didn’t resist his tight hold or try to take control. Slowly, the submissive part she kept at bay ninety-nine percent of the time started to emerge. They’d only scratched the surface on her desire to yield to him during their previous sexual games, but Evan had recognized her needs.
“Open your mouth, Ms. Iser.”
She complied so quickly, Evan failed to hide his smile as he directed his cock toward her pretty lips. Even without the use of her hands, Annie was more than able to test the limits of his control. She drew her tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock, humming as she dipped the tip of it into the slit at the head of his dick.
He took several deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, to resist. “Did I tell you to do anything more than open your mouth?”
Annie stilled, raising her eyes to his face. He didn’t withdraw from her mouth, didn’t wait for an answer.
“I told you to do exactly what I say. Nothing more. Understand?”
He fought a wave of lightheadedness when she nodded, his cock still deep inside her mouth.
“I’m not interested in a blowjob, Ms. Iser. You’re mine this weekend. You’re here for my pleasure. And what I want right now is to fuck your mouth.” His words were deliberately crude. They’d spent the past year tiptoeing around each other in the bedroom, playing nice until Evan thought he’d go mad. The kid gloves were off. His wife was going to see the man he longed to be.
She nodded once more, her eyes telling him she wanted the same thing. He used his grip on her hair to direct her motion. Pushing his hips toward her, he pulled her forward. His cock brushed the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, trying to fight against his hold. He didn’t relinquish, didn’t release her.
He continued to thrust in, pushing her farther than he’d ever dared. On the fifth pass, her throat opened and his cock slid deeper. Annie groaned, the sound triggering something primal inside him.
Evan moved faster, took her with more force. She was with him. Her mouth opened wider and soon it wasn’t his hand moving her toward him, it was Annie increasing the pace, the depth. She was wild, unrestrained. Beautiful.
Evan closed his eyes as his balls drew tight. Then he held Annie still, his cock exploding, sending jet after jet of come down her throat. She swallowed, and as he started to withdraw, she followed him, licking him clean with her tongue, sucking lightly on his now flaccid cock.
He pulled free, reaching down to pull her up. He held her face as he kissed her. When they parted, it was on the tip of his tongue to tell her how much he loved her, but he wasn’t ready to leave the game yet. There were still fences to mend.
He turned her away from him gently, releasing her from the cuffs. She started to rub her wrists, but he stopped her, massaging them himself.
Annie was uncharacteristically quiet. One look at her face told him she had fallen deep into the fantasy. Time to take it up a notch.
“Don’t get used to your freedom, Ms. Iser. You’re still in custody.”
He led her to a tree nearby. The sun had set as day gave way to dusk. When it grew darker, he’d move them back to the convertible and make use of the spotlights on his police car. His cock—though sated—twitched as he considered his plans for the rest of the evening.
“Take off that dress.”
Annie didn’t hesitate as she reached for the hem, tugging the lightweight cotton over her head in one quick motion. She made no move to undress further. His little submissive was learning her lessons well.
“Kick off your flip-flops.”
Again, she complied instantly.
He stepped closer and reached into the cups of her lacy bra. Evan drew her breasts over the stretchy material, so they were pushed up, her nipples tempting him to take a taste.
Bending his head, he sucked one turgid tip roughly into his mouth. She gasped, her hands flying to his hair. He stood rapidly, stripping the bra off. He needed to see every bare inch of her.
Then Evan tugged out the handcuffs he’d stuffed into his back pocket. His pants were still open, though he’d tucked his cock inside his boxers. It wouldn’t stay there for long. Just the image of her naked had the blood rushing south once more.
He grasped her hands, lifting them above her head. He’d picked his spot well. It was perfect for what he had in mind. Evan tossed the cuffs over a branch then secured her wrists once more. The branch was low enough to allow her to bend her elbows slightly while still standing with her feet flat on the ground. He studied her face, checking to make sure she was comfortable.
Saucy little thing winked at him.
He schooled his features, though it was hard. Annie always knew how to make him laugh. “Apparently I’m going too easy on you. After all, this is punishment, Ms. Iser.”
She didn’t bother to hide her pleasure. She clearly loved being bound, at his mercy. They would definitely have to expand on this concept in the future. He wasn’t going to be a fool again, wasn’t going to lose sight of what they could do to and for each other.
Evan recalled the way she’d taken his cock into her mouth, the pleasure she’d given him. Now it was her turn. He knelt before her, grasping her ankle to guide one leg over his shoulder. It left her pussy level with his mouth and open, his for the taking.
He drew his tongue along her slit, tasting her sweet juices, soaking in the sound of her startled but aroused, “Oh!”
Evan cupped her ass as he held her pussy to his mouth. He used his teeth to tease her clit before dipping his tongue inside her. Annie jerked, so he tightened his grip, holding her still for his sensual assault.
“God, Evan.”
He savored her cries as he moved his hands, using them to separate the globes of her ass. He continued to fuck her with his tongue as his fingers drifted toward her anus. She was gyrating wildly and oh so close to coming. He knew her tells. Years spent as lovers had made him an expert on Annie’s orgasms. Not that he’d been utilizing that knowledge the way he should have lately.
He ran one fingertip around the rim of her anus. She gasped then closed her eyes.
“Please.” The word escaped on a hungry whisper.
Anal play was one area they hadn’t explored in the past. Annie has always pulled away whenever he made the suggestion and he respected her boundaries. Given her response to his touch, he regretted giving up so easily.
; Evan shifted away for a moment. It took only a few seconds for Annie to realize he didn’t intend to return to her pussy.
Her eyes opened, finding his. “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” He deliberating kept his voice low, the tone rife with warning. He pressed one finger into her pussy, letting the juices of her arousal coat it. Then he dragged it back and pushed it into her ass.
Annie’s gaze never left his. He waited for her to struggle, to try to escape, to refuse the touch, but she didn’t. Instead, she watched him. Let him expose her to the new experience.
He didn’t move quickly, careful to read her expressions, looking for any sign of discomfort. He saw none. Once his finger was buried to the hilt, he paused. He knew what he wanted, but he also knew now wasn’t the place or time. He’d need to prepare her for the experience. And they needed lube.
Even so, he wanted to ramp up her anticipation, play with her mind as much as her body to enhance the experience. The dominant Lieutenant who’d taken her into custody with the intention of using her wouldn’t care about her comfort.
“I’m going to fuck you here.” Eventually.
She blinked rapidly, her brows creasing. Evan schooled his features, careful not to grin at her obvious uncertainty. The sensual threat increased his desire when he realized something—she wanted to say no, but she also wanted to say yes.
She wans to say yes?
He took a deep breath, cataloging that information for later. He may have impulsively jumped on board the kinky train, but he sure as hell wasn’t getting off at the next stop. Evan fully planned to ride this thing all the way to the end of the line. They would need years to indulge all the sexy ways he wanted to take his wife. And anal sex had just jumped to the top of the list.
“Stop thinking, Ms. Iser. I wasn’t asking your permission. Merely telling you what’s going to happen.”
Annie digested that information quickly, then like the sun emerging through dark clouds after a storm, her face cleared, her confusion passed.
Evan slowly pulled his finger out before thrusting it back in—once, twice—before removing it completely. She was gasping once more, her arousal fired to full blast within seconds.
Then he stood and stepped away from her.
Annie frowned, the anger he’d seen when he’d first pulled her over reemerging. “Wait, I was close.”
She was damn close. Which was why he’d stopped.
“And you’re going to get closer still, but you’re forgetting why you’re here. This night is about your punishment and my pleasure.” That wasn’t entirely true—he had no intention of leaving her unsatisfied—but the way her body flushed and her nipples tightened every time he spoke of her incarceration told him she liked that fantasy. One of her favorite roles whenever they used to play was that of the captive. She loved the thrill of the chase, the exhilaration as she tried to escape. She never failed to put up a fight. Her aggression and failure to submit triggered the Dom in him and those nights—the rough fucking, the explosive passion—had been the most incredible of his life.
How had they traveled so far from there to here?
“Evan, please, I need—”
He stood quickly, grasping her hair roughly. “You will call me Lieutenant. Continue to forget and you won’t enjoy the consequences.”
A soft moan escaped her lips. Annie tried to take a step closer to him, fighting the bondage to rub against him. She was sex and sin rolled into one. It would be far too easy for him to uncuff her, toss her to the ground and pound into her sweet body all night.
He tightened his grip, holding her away from him. “Say ‘yes sir’.”
She resisted his demand a heartbeat too long.
“Say it, Ms. Iser. Now. Or I’ll make damn sure you don’t come tonight.”
“Yes sir,” she whispered.
Evan tugged the key to the handcuffs out of his pocket, reaching above her head to unhook her. He put the keys and cuffs away. They’d used them enough this evening and he didn’t want to hurt her, keeping her bound for too long.
Annie’s arms fell to her sides and he was there, ready to stroke the blood back into them. He massaged her shoulders, working his way down before clasping her smaller hands in his.
He leaned forward, unable to stand being even a few inches away from her. He squeezed her hands. “Ready to continue?”
Chapter Two
Annie nodded, and then added, “Yes sir,” to her response. Evan’s eyes darkened with lust. She couldn’t recall the last time he’d looked at her with so much hunger, so much need. Her heart ached with the beauty of it. And the relief. And the excitement.
Annie wasn’t sure what the hell had gotten into her husband, but she wasn’t going to look this gift horse in the mouth. She’d had a glass of wine earlier in the day, hoping it would relax her because she’d been nervous about tonight. Lately the tension between her and Evan had grown so thick, she feared she’d need a sledgehammer to break through it.
She’d been so scared these past few months. Evan had slipped further and further away from her with each passing day and she hadn’t had a clue how to pull him back. Now he was standing in front of her, bringing all her wildest fantasies to life.
He reached for her and before she realized his intent, he’d lifted her into his arms. She resisted the hold, insisting he put her down. She had gained some weight since they’d married and part of her was embarrassed for him to realize how much.
“Be still.” His voice was gruff, powerful. The timbre sent shivers of excitement through her.
Even so, she tried to escape his grip. “Put me down. I’m too heavy.”
His eyes narrowed, the slightest trace of anger creeping in. “No. You’re not.” He’d been walking toward the car, but he stopped at her protestation. She ceased her struggles when it became apparent he wouldn’t move again until she obeyed him.
“Are you ready to behave?”
She stopped squirming. Then reluctantly nodded, hoping it would encourage him to hurry up and get where he was going.
He raised one eyebrow until she added, “Yes sir.”
Annie wasn’t sure what it was about her that loved it when Evan turned into this commanding alpha male. She certainly didn’t want him trying to call the shots in their daily lives; she enjoyed the true partnership they shared when establishing a budget or dividing the household chores. But in moments like this, there was something about being taken over by a powerful, sexy man that made her panties melt and her heart race.
Evan continued to hold her for several moments longer, letting his lesson sink in, before starting toward her car. He walked to the trunk of the convertible and lowered her slowly to the ground.
Patting the metal, he said, “Hop up there.”
Night had fallen. While the sky was clear and the moon was shining, most of the light it offered was hidden behind the thick overhang of leaves from the trees. She was grateful for the darkness.
Though she was used to walking around in front of her husband naked, it was slightly unnerving to be so revealed outside, regardless of the remoteness of the area.
She reached behind her, using her hands to hoist herself up. Evan stood before her, waiting until she was seated. Then he grasped her knees, pulling them apart.
“Don’t move,” he commanded.
She was startled when he stepped away from her, turning and walking to his car. She wanted to call out, ask him where the hell he was going. He’d left her hanging—literally and figuratively—at the tree. Her body hadn’t forgotten the orgasm he’d denied her. However, she managed to bite her tongue, certain the dominant man her husband had become would add that to her list of punishable offenses. She smiled at the thought, sorely tempted to do it simply for that reason.
Her grin died when Evan reached into his car, turning on spotlights that cast her center stage. She reached up to shield her eyes, unconsciously closing her legs.
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She froze, wariness creeping in. Annie knew there was no one else around. That Evan was the only one who could see her—and he’d seen her naked at least a thousand times in the past. But that didn’t make exposing herself like this any easier.
“Ms. Iser.”
She repressed a shiver at his use of her maiden name. It was all he’d called her tonight and damn, if it didn’t make her a little bit wetter every time he uttered it.
Slowly, she opened her legs. Her cheeks flushed, her skin growing hot. Evan walked to the front of his car and leaned against the hood. She lost sight of his features as the bright lights overwhelmed her vision, making him appear as nothing more than a silhouette.
Less than ten feet separated them, but he felt much farther away. Without a clear view of him or the sound of his breathing, it seemed as if she was completely alone. It was unnerving...and exciting.
It was quiet except for the natural sounds surrounding them—crickets chirping, a slight breeze rustling the leaves, the more distant lapping of the lake against the dock. Evan didn’t speak for several moments, which left her even more in the dark.
What was he doing? Thinking? Typically she could tell from his tone or expression if he was tired, stressed-out, hungry or amused.
Now, he’d hidden from her, leaving her exposed under the lights. It forced her to focus not on him, but on herself, on her own feelings. As the minutes stretched, Annie was lulled into a state of relaxation by the gentle rhythm of the water in the distance. The heat produced by the police car’s lights made her almost sluggish, sleepy. She stopped worrying about her nudity or Evan’s impression of her.
She was pleasantly warm, fuzzy, horny. Her arousal hadn’t waned. In fact, it had grown.
“Touch yourself.”
She jumped slightly when he finally broke the silence. Had she somehow given herself away? Revealed her need?
It took her a moment to process his command. By then, he’d lost patience.
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