by Ivy Nelson
“Good. Let’s do it one more time this way, then I’m going to flip you over.”
Once again, the cooling sensation of something damp, not a rag, moved up her back followed by intense heat and the smell of something singed.
“What’s burning?” she asked suddenly worried about her hair.
“Just the fine hairs on your body, Angel. It’s normal. Don’t worry. You’re still safe,” he crooned.
Then he helped her sit up. His mouth was on hers as soon as she was upright, one hand gripping the back of her neck as he kissed her hard.
“Lay back,” he said when he pulled his mouth from hers. With her arms at her sides, she lay flat on the table, feeling more vulnerable than she had on her stomach. His hands roamed her body again, starting at her legs and moving up. Every caress deepened her desire for him and calmed her nerves. Then his fingers danced across her pussy and she moaned. With his thumb, he put pressure on her clit and rubbed in gentle circles.
“You make the best noises when I touch you like this,” he said near her ear, the pressure continuing to build. “Shall I make you come for me before we continue, Angel?”
“Please,” she whimpered when she felt one finger slip inside of her.
His teeth grazed her ear. “I think you can do better than that.” One more finger entered her slick opening.
With a gasp she pleaded with him again, “Please let me come, Sir.” The pressure increased and a third finger found its way inside of her.
“Oh, good girl. Come for me now, Angel.”
And she did. The orgasm ripped through her and she closed her legs around his hand. With his free hand, he nudged them open again and worked her to a second orgasm. Which had her panting and begging for him to stop. An instant later, his hands were gone.
“Let’s continue. I want you to watch me this time, Angel.” He waited for her to come down from her orgasm high and then he lifted a wand of some kind from a bowl of liquid and ran it up her belly. Then, he lit a second wand and touched it to the stripe of liquid on her skin. Her eyes grew wide as the flame raced from the bottom of her stomach to the top just below her breasts.
“Woah,” she whispered as he doused the flame with a damp cloth.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” he asked staring down at her. Then he was tracing a line up her stomach again. The rush she felt as the flame made its way up her body again was almost equal to the orgasm that had just ran through her—almost.
“That’s so cool, and sexy.”
“Isn’t it though? Just like you.” A sensual smile warmed his face. “Again?”
“Yes please.”
This time he traced a shape on her belly, and she watched, mesmerized, as the flames danced into the shape of a heart for a brief moment before he doused them with his rag.
“Can I try?”
“You want to set me on fire?” he asked.
“Maybe?”
He chuckled. “You sure this isn’t a ploy to get my shirt off?”
She giggled. “Well, that is a bonus. But no. I just want to try.”
“Anything for you, Angel. I trust you.”
He helped her up from the table and then removed his shirt. Then he gave her a quick lesson on how to apply the alcohol and when to damp out the flames. Nerves overtook her and she pushed the wand back at him.
“I can’t. I don’t want to hurt you.”
His eyes went dark and he gripped her chin. “You can, Angel. You’re not going to hurt me. Trust yourself. Trust me. I’m trusting you.” Her head shook back and forth. “Are you telling me no, Angel? Do I need to make it an order?” Her eyes went wide, and she shook her head again. “Good girl. I’m going to lay down now. You’ve got the power here, Angel. Never forget that.”
Her hands trembled as she dipped one wand into the alcohol solution. “Here goes nothing,” she muttered. Then she drew a single stripe up his hard abdomen, admiring his muscular form as she did. Flicking the lighter, she lit the second wand and touched it to his belly. His eyes never left hers, even as the flames danced up his belly. With quick movements, she doused the flame with the cloth.
“Again,” he said. It was a command. This time, her movements were more certain, and she mimicked him and drew a heart with the alcohol. Emotion had a single tear dripping down her cheek as she traced the flaming heart with her rag. When the flames were out, he sat up and pulled her into an embrace. “Thank you, Angel.”
Behind them, they heard a commotion and turned to find Darci, Bradley, Peter and Carrie watching them.
“Holy shit. Adara just set Michael on fire. Can I set you on fire?” Darci asked Bradley.
Everyone laughed.
“Hi guys,” Adara said, giving a shy wave. She was all too aware that she was naked but glad Michael was blocking most of her body with his.
“You up for visiting, Angel? Or should I take you home?” Michael asked as he reached behind her to pick up her shirt off the table. She slipped it on and kissed his cheek.
“We should say hello. I need to thank Bradley. Then we can go home. I want to wake up with you in my bed again.”
The next morning, Adara woke feeling refreshed. After the club, Michael had driven them to her house where they had made love slowly before drifting off to sleep together. She took a moment to admire the sleeping man beside her before she picked up her phone. It was going to be a busy day. Bradley had several campaign events on her schedule, and tonight they were attending an event for his father. Michael was coming with her and that meant she got to see him in a tux, which was almost as nice as seeing him naked. The thought made her grin as she scrolled through her notifications.
There was a message from Darci with the name of a therapist and another from Bradley asking her to meet him for breakfast. With a sigh, she set the phone down and made her way to the shower.
Ten minutes later, she was drying herself off when she heard Michael cursing.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, sticking her head out the bathroom door.
“I’m late. And it’s all your fault,” he said with a wink.
“Hmm. Whatever are you going to do about that?” The towel she had been holding around herself fell to the ground as she stepped into the bedroom.
Electricity pulsed between them and she watched his eyes darken with desire.
“Oh, you’re a naughty girl. If I weren’t late, I would use your hairbrush on that wet, luscious ass of yours before I bent you over the bathroom counter and fucked you.” The words made her whimper. She was running late too but now she just wanted to spend the day playing this game with him.
“But I’m very late,” he said as he zipped his slacks. Then he crossed the room and fisted his hands into her hair, tugging her face up to meet his lips for a rough kiss. “I’m glad to have you back in bed with me. I hope you know, I intend to keep you there forever.”
“Well, that hardly seems practical. How will I ever win this election?”
He growled and landed a sharp smack on her still damp bottom. She yelped and tried to jump away but he still had one hand firmly entangled in her hair.
“Such sass. I’ll deal with you later, Angel. Don’t expect to sit comfortably tomorrow.” Need flooded her as he released her with a final kiss.
Pulling on her own clothes, she watched him button his shirt and strap on his gun. Together, they walked out of the house where they said goodbye in the driveway.
“I’m glad you plan to keep me forever,” Adara whispered as she hugged him.
In her car, she couldn’t help but grin. What a delightful morning. And they hadn’t even had sex. It was the kind of morning she could get used to having with him. Their recent past had been too tense with danger and the unknown. It was nice to have a ‘normal’ day with him. Not that threats of spankings and a sore ass were normal, but it felt like their normal and she was ready for more of it. She hoped they could continue to build on the trust they had grown in the club last night. As her thoughts drifted there, she could feel the flames dancing
on her skin again and she sighed.
At the office, they got right to work, going over the schedule for the day and the program for Steve Givens’ fundraiser tonight. Before she knew it, it was lunchtime. A message from Michael waited for her on her phone.
Hey Angel. I wanted to take you home and spank that naughty ass before the fund raiser tonight, but I have a couple things to do. Meet me there? I’ll drive us home. Skip the panties when you’re getting dressed.
Dear god he was brazen sometimes. His words fueled her own boldness though, so she quickly typed a response.
*gasp* Sir! I’m at work. You’re making me wet. I might have to close my office door and take care of that.
Her phone rang and his face filled her screen. She grinned. Good. A reaction is what she wanted. She pressed accept call.
“Are you alone?” His voice was gruff. Was he angry at her?
“Yes, Sir. I’m in my office. I’m sorry. I was only kidding.”
“Lock the door, Angel. Now.”
The room suddenly felt small, but she quickly flipped the lock.
“How wet are you?”
“Soaked,” she whispered.
“Good. Sit in your chair and play with yourself over your panties.”
“Someone might hear,” she protested.
“Then I guess you better be quiet.”
• • •
“Have you started playing yet, Angel?” Michael asked as he reclined in the driver’s seat of his SUV. He had stopped on his lunch break to message Adara. Phone sex hadn’t been on his mind but her sassy and rather bold response to his dirty text had fueled his desire for her.
The area he was parked in was too public, or he might be tempted to unzip his fly and stroke his cock as he spoke to her. For now, he would be satisfied with making her come in her office.
“Yes Sir,” his girl whispered. The need in her voice was strong, and he grinned. Getting her all worked up was one of his favorite things to do.
“Good girl. Now, tell me. Were you intending to touch that wet little cunt without my permission or were you just trying to get a rise out of me?”
“I was just trying to get a reaction, Sir.” Her voice was shaky.
“Take off your panties. Send me a picture of that pretty pussy. I want to see how wet it is.”
“Do I get to come?” Oh, she wanted to question him, did she?
He chuckled. “Does it matter? Isn’t that pussy mine?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Picture. Now.”
The sound of a text came through a minute later. The picture that filled his screen had him groaning. Her folds glistened with her own wetness. Wetness he knew he had caused.
“Such a good girl. You deserve a reward. Make yourself come for me.”
Her breathing grew heavy in his ear and little groans escaped her. As her groans grew louder, he coaxed her to continue with gentle words of praise.
“Please.” She whimpered.
“You can come, Angel. If I had time, I would drive over there and fuck you senseless. You’ve got me so hard right now baby.”
To her credit, she managed not to get too loud, but he could tell when she climaxed.
After a moment, she cleared her throat. “What are you doing to me? That is so not like me.”
He chuckled. “You mean you don’t have a habit of having phone sex in your office on your lunch break? That’s good, Angel. I would have to spank you if you did.”
“Promises, promises.”
“Watch the sass, Angel. I can bring a hairbrush with me tonight. I’m sure I can find a closet or empty room to blister that bottom in.”
Her gasp had him grinning. Public spankings in places other than the club weren’t actually his thing, but she didn’t need to know that.
“Shit. Bradley’s knocking. Gotta go, Sir.”
“Hold on a minute. How are you doing? Was that OK?”
“It was wonderful.” He felt relief that he hadn’t pushed her too far.
“I love you, Angel. I should get back to work.”
“I love you too, Michael.”
The call ended and he closed his eyes. The joy she sparked in him was unexpected, but it had been that way since the day he’d first laid eyes on her. He had plans for tonight and wanted everything to be perfect. Shoving open his car door, he stepped out and made his way inside the jewelry store.
• • •
After her unexpected afternoon orgasm, the rest of the day flew by. Soon, Adara was back at her house dressing for the Given’s fundraiser. The gown she chose was a full-length straight-line dress in deep purple. It was off the shoulder and sexy in a way that wasn’t too scandalous for a presidential campaign event. She chose silver jewelry and a pair of black heels. Since Michael asked her to meet him there, she would call a cab instead of driving. Following his request was easy since she figured that meant he was spending the night again. They might as well move in together at this point.
The evening was filled with various speakers discussing the campaign and recent efforts to make sure Steve Givens became the next president. As far as campaign events go, this was a fairly small event. Adara knew pretty much everyone in the room from her years in Washington. Adara and Michael were seated near the front of the room, close to the podium where speaker after speaker filed up to share something. Finally, the last “serious” speaker finished and Adara knew it was time for the entertainment. She’d had to talk Bradley out of warming up the audience with some bad jokes of his own, assuring him the professional comedian would do just fine.
Bradley was introducing him though.
“Good evening everyone. I was planning to tell you a few jokes, but my boss talked me out of it.” He threw her a wink. “Before we move on to the entertainment portion of the evening, we have one more speaker for you tonight and we’re in for a real treat.”
What was he doing now? This wasn’t on the program. They had just gone over it this morning.
“We’re proud to have several members of D.C.’s finest from the Metropolitan Police department with us tonight. We want to say a huge thank you to them, not only for their support, but for keeping us safe and serving this community. We’re especially honored to have the new chief of special investigations with us tonight and he would like to say a few words.”
Michael winked at her as he stood and approached the podium.
What was happening right now?
At the microphone, Michael said. “It’s an honor to be here tonight, representing the men and women of the D.C. Metropolitan Police Department. I can think of no better candidate for president than Steve Givens. He’s a man of honor, integrity, and he’s going to work hard for this country. But I have to be honest. Steve Givens isn’t the only reason I’m here tonight. And he’s not the reason I’m up here talking. Some of you may have heard a name in the news the last several days.” He looked at her as he continued. “That name would be Adara Kent.”
Her mouth fell open. What was he doing?
“Miss Kent is an amazing woman who has endured a great deal. I hope I’m not about to overwhelm her. I wanted to take a few minutes to tell you about her.”
Steve Givens was supposed to give the endorsement. Her face went red as he spoke.
“She’s someone who is tenacious, compassionate, and generally an amazing human being. I’ve spent the last several months getting to know her and last night I came to a conclusion.”
He pulled the microphone from its holder and walked to their table. When he reached her, someone in the audience whistled.
“What are you doing?” she mouthed. He just smiled down at her.
“I came to the conclusion, that I want to spend the rest of my life getting to know her,” he said as he lowered himself to one knee in front of her.
“Will you marry me?”
Adara’s mouth fell open again. This was not on her radar at all.
The microphone now lay on the table and Michael was holding an open ring box. I
nside, was a beautiful platinum band engagement ring. Tears began to fall down her cheeks. He had shocked her to tears and speechlessness.
“Don’t keep the man waiting,” Bradley said from the platform.
Adara laughed and threw her arms around Michael’s neck. “Yes. I’ll marry you.”
“Oh, thank God. I was starting to sweat,” he said as he pulled away and lifted her left hand to slide the ring on.
“You’re insane,” she said with a grin on her face.
He hauled her from the chair and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply while the audience went wild with applause, loud cheers, and whistles. When he broke the connection, he leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “You said no collar, but you didn’t say anything about a ring.”
Power Play
A D.C. Power Games Story
Thank you so much for reading the D.C. Power Games series! The following is a short story I wrote about Darci’s special bond with Peter and Carrie. It takes place between Power Relinquished and Power Desired. I decided it because fans were asking about their relationship, and I wanted to shed a little more light on their story. There are more short stories and full-length novels planned for the D.C. Power Games series in late 2020.
Chapter One
“You're being a misogynist, Michael.” Darci Sanders folded her arms across her chest and glared at the tall man with the badge who was scowling back at her. His jaw dropped.
“How is worrying about your safety misogyny?” Michael’s voice rose an octave as he spoke.
Darci sighed. Her friend just didn't understand. “If a male friend of yours came and told you they were going to a kinky party, you would make a crude joke and slap them on the back.”
Michael scrubbed a hand down his face. “That's not true. I just worry about you. You went through something pretty traumatic just a few months ago. Do you really think it's safe?”
“It's safer than a college party. I've been going to these parties for over a year. No one has ever laid a finger on me that I didn't consent to. I certainly can't say that about other parties I've been to. You're making me regret telling you.”
