DC Power Games Box Set 1

by Ivy Nelson

  “I’m fine right now. I really just want you, Angel.” His voice was quiet, but it spoke volumes and his eyes were filled with desire. Food was the last thing on his mind.

  “We never did finish what we started the other night.” Adara’s voice grew husky and her face turned red. It pleased him that he could have that effect on her so quickly.

  “My thoughts exactly. Go to the bedroom, Angel. I’ll be along in a minute.”

  Adara didn’t move.

  “Have you forgotten our roles, Angel? I told you to do something.” Her eyes flew to his, surprise on her face. Was she not expecting him to continue their game? He would have to fix that.

  “What if I don’t do it?” she asked. A challenge? If that’s what she wanted, he could handle it.

  “Then I guess you don’t get to come,” he said as he leaned back against the counter and folded his arms.

  “I have a vibrator,” she said with a shrug. For some reason that surprised him. It hadn’t come up before. He would have to ask about it later. Not now though. She clearly needed something else.

  “It’s going to be like this is it, Angel? You know I can make you feel better than any vibrator. The longer you take to go to the bedroom, the longer your punishment is going to be when we get there, and the less time we’ll have to make you come for me.”

  “We have all night,” she retorted.

  “Not exactly. I’m taking you to dinner with our friends later to celebrate this being over. Now get your naughty ass in the bedroom and wait for me. I promise you won’t regret it.”

  There was no movement as she thought about it some more. Her wheels were turning, and she was trying to decide how far she wanted to push him. He was prepared to play this game though. Then, she turned and walked down the hall toward her bedroom.

  After rummaging around in her kitchen and finding the items he wanted, he meandered to the back door and let Hamilton back inside. He wanted to make her wait a few minutes. Finally, he sauntered down the hallway thinking about what he wanted to do when he got to the bedroom. Just because he didn’t have his toy bag with him didn’t mean they couldn’t have a good time. He wondered how he would find Adara when he got to her room.

  Eventually, he would expect to find her naked and in a submissive pose when he gave her such an order, but she was still new to his world, so he hadn’t taken the command that far this time. The door was closed when he reached it. Instead of knocking, he tossed the door open expecting to startle her. Instead, he was the one surprised. Adara lounged on the bed wearing the T-shirt she had left for him on the bed when all of this first started. He hadn’t taken it with him when he was here. There didn’t appear to be anything on underneath because her curvy bare ass was sticking out from under the shirt.

  “You left it,” she said, rolling to her side.

  “I gave it to you, Angel. It didn’t feel right taking it back. This is a delightful surprise,” he said waving his hand the length of her body. “I was thinking I wanted to find you naked and kneeling, but this is so much better.”

  A blush flushed her cheeks crimson as she sat up and curled her arms around her knees. “I’m glad you approve,” she murmured.

  “I approve very much. I especially like the part where it’s so much easier to get to your bare ass and gorgeous pussy.” Watching her squirm at his words was fun. He placed the shopping bag of items on the chair near her bed. When her eyes wandered to it and back to him, questions were burning in her eyes. It would be fun to let her stew for a little bit longer.

  “Lay back, put your arms above your head, and spread your legs,” he instructed. “I want to get a good look at you.” Wide eyed, she glanced between him and the bag once more before she did as he asked.

  “Good girl,” he murmured when she spread her legs. With her arms above her head, it pulled the t-shirt up just enough that he could see all of her most intimate places. It was a vision, a picture he needed to commit to memory. Everything about her body was perfect, from the tiny scar on her ankle to the silky mane splayed out beneath her beautiful face and head. She was his angel in every way. Never before had he been in a hurry to commit to a relationship, but with Adara he wanted the world to know she belonged with him. But did she? Or were they still just playing a game? It was hard to know. For now, though, he was going to enjoy every inch of her. They could figure out the rest of it later.

  Approaching the bed, he toed off his shoes and climbed onto the mattress where he straddled her and braced himself on his elbows above her.

  “You’re a perfect angel, Adara. I am delighted to be able to play this game with you. Thank you for that honor.” Emotion filled her face, and it looked as if she might cry at his praise. He always thanked other women for letting him play with him, but never like this. He felt like he needed to make his gratitude known before he made her scream. From pain, from pleasure, and from that fine line between the two.

  When it seemed she had composed herself again, he reached between them and cupped her pussy, sliding one finger inside. So hot and wet and ready for him. He didn’t even need to get her worked up. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to tease the fuck out of her for a little while. He slid down the length of her body until he was face to face with her tender folds. Evidence of her arousal glistened there, and he wanted to lap it up. Not yet though. Instead, he planted a kiss above her clit and enjoyed feeling her tense beneath him. With a grin, he hopped off the bed and grabbed his bag of tricks.

  “T-shirt off,” he commanded. To his delight, there was no argument, just swift obedience. He shook his head when she started to lay back down. “Come sit at the edge of the bed.”

  “I’m going to cover your eyes again. Don’t forget, you always have your safeword if you need it.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He produced the dish towel he had found in the kitchen and covered her eyes with it, securing it behind her head. Before helping her stand, he smoothed her hair as best he could, then sat in the same spot she had just vacated. Pulling her close to him, he planted a kiss on her abdomen before tugging on her arm, indicating he wanted her across his lap.

  “Third time’s a charm. Isn’t that what they say?” he asked as he ran his hand down her spine and over the curve of her ass.

  “Not sure what you mean.” She sounded breathless.

  “Well, I have a wooden spoon here, and if I’m counting correctly, this is the third time we’ve tried to give you that experience.” He picked up the spoon in question and placed it on the small of her back.

  “Oh,” she whispered.

  “Nervous?”

  “A little.”

  “It’s normal. I assure you.” Without warning, he picked up the spoon and brought it down on her ass. It made a cracking noise that sounded much more painful than it actually was.

  She yelped, but to her credit, she didn’t move.

  “How was that?” he asked as he rubbed the slightly red spot that appeared on her backside.

  “Different from last time. I’m not sure what to think yet.” The honesty with which she answered him about what she was feeling always pleased him. So many women, especially new submissives were too timid to speak up.

  “We’ll just have to keep going until you’re sure then,” he said with a chuckle before bringing the spoon down on her bottom again. This time she squirmed and let out a little groan. If this were a bet, he would put money on it that she was growing wetter with every smack. After a third smack, he gave her a few seconds of respite before he began really spanking her; peppering her ass with smacks just hard enough to sting. Soon she was squirming as her ass took on a nice rosy glow. Periodically, he paused to run the spoon between her legs. Every time, she gasped.

  After several rounds of this pattern, he stopped and asked, “Are you sure yet?”

  “I think we’ll start keeping the spoon in the bedroom instead of the kitchen.”

  Her answer surprised him, and he laughed out loud. “Oh, Angel. You never cease to
delight me. I’ll buy you a new one for your kitchen. But enough of that for now. Up.” He gave her a little nudge, encouraging her to stand. His hands remained on her waist, steadying her.

  “I’m not sure I like being blindfolded. Can we please take it off?”

  He considered her request for a moment. “I never want you afraid to tell me you don’t like something, Angel. And, you asked so nicely. Yes. We can take it off.”

  “Thank you.”

  His hand landed hard on her ass. “Thank you, Sir,” he corrected.

  “Thank you, Sir,” she echoed.

  “Better.” He planted another kiss on her abdomen before standing to undo her blindfold.

  She blinked rapidly, letting her eyes adjust to the light. “Hi, gorgeous,” he said with a grin.

  Her smile was timid. “Hi.”

  “I’m not done with you yet. Lay back on the bed. I want to hear you beg.”

  She snorted in a very unladylike manner but did as he asked. So, she still didn’t think he would make her beg? His eyes moved to the clock by her bed. There was time.

  “We’ll see if you’re snorting at me when I’m done with you, young lady.”

  She giggled and he scowled. “Are you laughing at me, Angel? Do you want to come or not?”

  “I would never laugh at you.” Her expression turned solemn.

  “Hmmm. I don’t appreciate lying either. If you’re not careful, you’ll be going to dinner with no orgasms.”

  She said nothing. He could tell she wasn’t quite sure if he was serious. He was. She would find that out soon enough if she kept it up.

  “Now, where is your vibrator?”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Adara lay on her bed watching Michael walk naked to the bathroom as she recovered from the range of sensations he had put her through. Her body bore claw marks, red spots and felt generally worn out. Was it always going to be like this? Sex with her kinky police officer. She hoped so. Then again, too much more of this and she might die from over stimulation. Michael returned with a washcloth and gently cleaned her up before lying next to her on the bed.

  “How would you feel about playing in the club?”

  His question took her by surprise. “Like in front of other people?”

  “Yeah. I enjoy playing there and would love to do a scene with you.”

  “Can I think about it? Part of me loves the idea but I’m also nervous about people watching.”

  “Of course, you can think about it. And just know I would take every step I could to make you comfortable. There are lots of dark corners where it’s harder for people to see you that we could play in.”

  She nodded. “I’ll think about it. I promise.”

  That answer seemed to satisfy him. On his side, he trailed a finger down her arm. “When is the filing deadline for the council seat?”

  “Three days.”

  “Well let’s get Leslie Hanover on the phone and get the ball rolling.”

  “I’m not sure. My father is still a terrorist. It’s going to come up in a campaign. I don’t know if I’m ready. Maybe next cycle.”

  He flipped over on to his stomach and she tried not to be distracted by his muscular backside.

  “Angel, you’ve wanted this your whole life. You have a group of friends and a network of connections who believe in you. I really think you should go for it.”

  She lifted her arm and rested it across her eyes. “I don’t know. I’ll think about it.”

  He pulled her arm away and looked at her. “You can do this, Adara. I know you can. I just don’t want you to have to wait another two years.”

  “It just feels so rushed.”

  “Other than knowing who your father is, has anything really changed? You were prepared three weeks ago. You should be prepared now. I’m not trying to talk you into something you don’t want to do here. I think you really want this. And I’m just letting you know you have my full support.”

  She considered what he was saying for a moment. “You’re right. What’s the worst that can happen?”

  “That’s the spirit. Now go call Leslie. There’s still a little time before we have to go to dinner.”

  At the restaurant later that evening, Adara looked around the large table and smiled. She was sated from good food and the countless orgasms she had experienced earlier. Her friends—and they were all fast becoming close friends—were enjoying friendly conversation about everything from the club to the upcoming election. Darci and Michael were in a heated conversation about something—it was impossible to tell what—and were bickering like siblings. The rest of the table was watching in amusement.

  “Oh, fuck off, Michael. You’re wrong and you know it,” Darci finally blurted. Adara could tell she wasn’t angry at him. Just frustrated that Michael wasn’t agreeing with her. A scowl appeared on Bradley’s face.

  “You’re on thin ice, pet. Didn’t we just talk about this? One more time and you’re in trouble when we get home.”

  A tornado of emotions passed through Darci’s eyes before she finally lowered her eyes and murmured an apology.

  “Sorry, Michael. You just frustrate me sometimes.”

  Michael winked at her as he slipped an arm around Adara. “I know. I do it on purpose sometimes because you’re fun to piss off.”

  Darci turned to Bradley. “Now can I tell him to fuck off?”

  Bradley laughed as she turned back to Michael. “You get me into trouble. With Bradley’s dad running for president I can’t just tell people to fuck off anymore.”

  Then she turned to Adara. “Bradley’s not a dick. I promise he lets me speak freely. I asked him to help me not do things like that when I get frustrated. I’m good at it when I’m at work because it’s my job to stay poised. But outside of work I tend to get too relaxed. And with the media watching us so closely right now I have to behave,” she said with a grin.

  Adara waved her hand. “It’s fine. It took me back for a minute but I’m starting to get the whole D/s thing. Still kind of weird to see my old boss in that role but I get it.”

  Darci’s grin widened. “That makes me happy. It makes Michael happy too. I can tell.” The redhead winked at her friend across the table. Adara swore he was blushing.

  Bradley rescued the conversation by switching subjects. “Speaking of me being your old boss, are we going to have a reversal of roles now that your situation is all cleared up?”

  It was Adara’s turn to grin. “Yes. I talked to Leslie before dinner. We’re going to file paperwork tomorrow, so you have the job if you want it.”

  “Of course, he wants it,” Darci blurted. Her face reddened when Bradley turned to her with a frown. “Sorry, Sir. I’m just excited for you.”

  Bradley chuckled and slid his hand into her hair. “Apparently, I was too nice to you on our honeymoon,” he said with a wink before planting a hard kiss on her mouth.

  Turning back to Adara he said, “She’s right though. Of course, I want it.”

  Peter who had been quietly observing until now, spoke up. “Since we don’t know exactly what your half-brother is doing in the states, I would like to advise you to have a strong security team in place for your campaign events.”

  “He’s right,” Michael said.

  “I’ll keep that in mind. We’ll have a tight budget at first, but we should be able to work that in.”

  “I mean, you’re dating a police officer who is friends with the owner of a security firm. I think you’ll be plenty secure,” Carrie said. She had a fair point.

  “We do have to be careful that it doesn’t look like we’re accepting gifts in exchange for political favors. But we can work it out,” Adara said. “Let’s plan to get together tomorrow afternoon and work on all of this.”

  Dessert had just arrived, and conversation turned back to Exposure.

  “Will you become a member, Adara?” Carrie asked.

  She glanced at Michael. “I think I will. Next time we go I’ll pay the fee and apply.” Her man bea
med and Adara felt good about her decision.

  “Excellent. I think you’ll enjoy being a member. It’s such a nice little family there,” Darci said.

  When dinner was over, the couples agreed to all attend the Saturday play party at Exposure that weekend. By the time they were heading to their cars, Peter and Bradley were making plans for some kind of dual scene with Carrie and Darci. Adara wasn’t sure what it was they were planning but from the glee on both women’s faces, it couldn’t be anything too terrible.

  In the car, Michael asked, “How was that? Too awkward?”

  “Not at all,” she answered, surprised that she meant it.

  “I’m glad, Angel. Your place or mine?”

  “Can I spend the night at my place alone? I love being with you, but I feel like I haven’t gotten to just be in my own space in weeks and I need that.”

  Michael gripped her hand. “I want to say yes, Angel, because it’s a valid request. But I really don’t feel comfortable until we know you’re not being watched anymore. If you want, I’ll arrange for security tomorrow night and you can have that then, OK?”

  She sighed. “There you go being reasonable again,” she grumbled. “That’s fine.”

  “Thank you for not arguing.”

  She laughed, “Would it have done any good? Besides, you have a valid point.”

  The next day flew by in a whirlwind of activity. After filing paperwork, she met with Bradley and Leslie Hanover who had brought along a couple of volunteers.

  “This is James. He’s been with me for the last year or so. He’s actually the one who pointed me in your direction a few months ago,” Leslie said introducing one of the volunteers. “We’re going to loan him to your campaign.”

  Adara smiled at the young man. “Well, I appreciate your vote of confidence, James. I just hope I can do you proud, and I’m happy to have you on board.”

  “I’m sure you will exceed expectations, Miss Kent.”

  “Well, let’s get to work then. I want to announce as soon as possible.”

  At that point, Bradley stepped in with the ideas that he had come up with and Adara let the two work out most of the details. In that moment, things felt right. She was grateful to Michael for pushing her to go ahead with this. She sent him a text telling him as much.