Chapter 1
CHAPTER ONE
Evan glanced at the clock on the dashboard of his car and sighed. He only had a few more minutes left on his shift. Traffic had been steady most of the day as revelers headed to the lake to celebrate the Fourth, but it had slowed down in the last hour or so. He figured most everyone had already gathered by the lake and had started digging into the barbeque ribs Sparks laid out every year. His mouth watered just thinking about them.
He’d taken Macie’s advice and managed to talk his captain into letting him get off early. He had made plans to meet Annie at the lake around six for some barbeque and dancing.
For the first time in months, he was actually looking forward to seeing Annie, rather than worrying about heading home to find her either waiting to rush him into the bedroom because it was a good time for sex, or upset because she’d gotten her period again.
It was date night, and he was determined they were going to have fun. They were going to turn things around this weekend. Get back on track.
He was just about to pull onto the road when he saw a familiar car speeding by, going way faster than the forty-five mph limit. He turned on his lights and followed, grinning at the chase.
His wife had always had a lead foot. They’d actually met when he pulled her over for speeding.
Evan caught up with her car on the outskirts of town. She had the top down on the convertible, enjoying the last of the day’s sunshine. The weather was surprisingly mild for July in Texas, the temperature not creeping much above eighty-five all day. In Maris, any summer day that didn’t touch a hundred was a cool one.
She waved when she spotted him, not bothering to pull over or slow down. Obviously she thought his pursuit was a joke. They were only a few miles away from the turn off to Harper’s Lake, where they’d planned to meet up.
Annie’s family owned a cabin on the lake that they used on weekends and holidays. However, her parents were out of town, visiting Annie’s brother in Seattle this Fourth of July, so he and Annie had decided to take advantage of the empty cabin, packing overnight bags and staying there after the fireworks. It saved them driving back into town later and added to the element of romance. They could almost pretend they were away on vacation if they weren’t in their own bedroom.
As Annie continued to fly down the road, a wicked plan began to play out in Evan’s mind. It would mean missing the barbeque, but it would be worth it. The more road they ate up, the more Evan was convinced he’d discovered the perfect way to rejuvenate and reignite the passion in his marriage.
He and Annie were going to recreate the first night they met—only this time, Evan intended to put a sexy spin on it. A very sexy spin.
He sped up, not bothering to turn off the lights or siren. The road was clear, so he began to overtake her. Once he pulled even to her car, he used the loudspeaker.
“Follow me,” he commanded before continuing past, enjoying the confusion on her face.
When he made the turn for the lake, Annie was right behind him. This was the same road he’d pulled her over on nearly five years earlier. She’d been on her way to the cabin to spend a long weekend with her parents when he’d stopped her for driving way past the legal limit. They’d struck up a conversation as he studied her license and registration. He hadn’t been fooled by her obvious attempts to charm her way out of the ticket, but he’d pretended to fall for them just the same. She’d been flirtatious and funny and he’d tried hard to find ways to keep talking to her. Plus, she’d been wearing a bikini beneath a low-cut cover-up and it had been difficult for him to concentrate on much of anything besides her sexy tits.
Luckily, it had been late and, just like now, he’d been at the end of his shift. Somehow, they’d wound up taking their conversation down to the lake, the two of them sitting on the sandy beach, dipping their toes in the cool water. They’d talked all night. Then, somewhere around four a.m., he’d gotten his courage up enough to lean over to kiss her. He hadn’t kissed another woman since.
Unfortunately tonight, the public beach by the lake would be packed with people celebrating the Fourth of July. What he had in mind required more privacy. A hell of a lot more privacy. He took the left that would lead them down the long, meandering dirt road to her parents’ cabin. It was isolated and perfect for what he planned.
His phone beeped. Glancing at the screen, he spotted a text from Annie. It was simply a question mark, but it made him chuckle. She was probably wondering why he’d gone the wrong way, driving away from their destination.
Texting while driving. Another violation to add to his growing list. She was making things too easy for him. He didn’t bother to reply. Instead he tossed his phone onto the passenger seat and continued. After several minutes, they reached the cabin. It was on a slight incline with a path that led to the lake and a large dock he and her father had built a year earlier after a flood had wiped out the old one.
Maybe they’d make it down to the water eventually. But first, he had some punishments to mete out. His wife had been a very naughty girl.
She started to park her car behind his, but he gestured out his open window for her to go around him. If all went according to plan, he intended to make use of his police car’s spotlights later on.
Annie followed his directions. He stepped out of his car slowly, letting her curiosity build. She started to open her car door, but he said, “Don’t get out of the car,” in his most authoritative policeman’s voice.
She hesitated, glancing over her shoulder, and he wondered if she’d obey. Then she leaned back against her seat and waited for him.
As he approached, she gave him an exasperated look. “Were the siren and lights really necessary the whole way here?”
“License and registration.”
She laughed, making no move to reach for either thing.
He crossed his arms. “License and registration, ma’am.”
Her laughter died at his stern expression. “What are you doing, Evan?”
Evan refused to break character. He had plans for the evening. Back in the early days of their relationship, they’d taken a few walks on the wild side, incorporating role-play into their sexual exploits, blowing vanilla sex out of the water as they experimented with bondage, domination and submission.
The fact that she still hadn’t picked up on his intent proved to just how far they’d let their relationship fall to the wayside.
“Evan—”
“You have ten seconds to produce the paperwork I’ve requested or I’m citing you for not complying with a policeman’s orders—in addition to the speeding and failure to pull over. There are stiff fines attached to evading arrest.” He made sure to emphasize the word stiff , but she missed the sexual innuendo attached to it.
Her eyes narrowed at his haughty tone and he saw a spark of anger flash in her eyes. It had been too long since he’d seen any expression other than sadness or disappointment there. The fury was a welcome sight. It meant the lively, opinionated girl he’d fallen in love with was still there.
She dragged her wallet from her purse, muttering curses that sounded a lot like “jackass” and “arrogant prick,” as she produced her driver’s license.
Annie handed it to him with an annoyed smirk. “Having fun? You realize we share a bank account, so you may want to think about that before slapping too many fines on that ticket. Go too far overboard and our trip to New Orleans this fall is out.” Her tone was pure sarcasm, but he didn’t take the bait. He knew what part he was playing tonight and he fully intended to see her assume her character as well.
He looked at the license. “Annabel Iser.” He purposely left off her married name. “Do you have any idea how fast you were driving, Ms. Iser?”
Her anger was wiped away, replaced once more by confusion. “Um…sixty?”
“Sixty-one. In a forty-five.”
“You know as well as I do that speed limit is set too low. You’ve said so yourself, Evan, so why?—”
“My name is Lieutenant Sparks. You can call me Lieutenant. Nothing else.”
She was taken aback by his firm voice, his quick correction. “You’re joking?”
He frowned. “Do I look like I’m joking?” He moved away from her door. “Step out of the vehicle, Ms. Iser.”
Annie opened her door, still leery of his strange behavior. He hoped his next move would help clear things up for her.
He pointed toward the front of the car. “Stand facing the vehicle and put your hands on the hood.”
She moved as he directed, taking her time. No doubt she was waiting for him to call the game to a halt with a laugh. Once she was in position, he stepped behind her. “If you’d been driving four miles per hour faster, I could have charged you with reckless.”
“It’s an obvious speed trap. Proven by the fact you were sitting there. Like a spider on his web capturing poor, unsuspecting flies.”
He leaned closer, letting her feel the erection in his pants as he brushed it along her ass. “And you flew right into it.”
Annie started to step back, intent on rubbing against him, but he moved away, patting her down. At first the touch was cursory, no nonsense. Then he repeated the motions, letting his hands linger on her sides, the tips of his fingers stroking her breasts.
“Are you searching for something special, officer?”
The breathless quality of her voice let him know she’d finally caught up with him.
“I need to be sure you aren’t carrying any concealed weapons.”
She looked over her shoulder and gave him a flirty smile. “Oh, I’m packing heat. But you aren’t looking in the right place.”
He fought to restrain a groan. Annie was a master at dirty talk. Then it occurred to him that this fantasy—the cop and his criminal—was one they’d never played out. Which was strange considering his occupation and the fact he had all the right toys.
“Face forward, Ms. Iser. I don’t think you understand the seriousness of this situation.”
Annie held his gaze a few seconds longer before looking away. Her hips wiggled seductively as he moved his “search” lower. He didn’t take the bait. He had a definite strategy for how the night would unfold and it had everything to do with his pretty criminal submitting to his authority.
“Have you been drinking, Ms. Iser?”
She lifted her shoulders casually, unconcerned, unrepentant. “I may have had a glass of wine earlier. It is a holiday, you know.”
Annie wasn’t much of a drinker, even on the holidays, so he wondered about the wine. Was she feeling the same pressure he was? Had she been looking for a way to relax before seeing him again? That thought made his chest ache. He pushed it away. Hopefully, tonight would help them mend the rifts they’d unconsciously let grow.
He reached for her upper arm, dragging her upright and turning her until she faced him. “Drinking and driving?”
“You don’t really expect me to confess to that, do you, officer?”
“Lieutenant.” The mischief in her eyes told him she was purposely refusing to acknowledge his rank. “And I don’t need your confession. I have a breathalyzer.”
She didn’t pretend to be worried. He loved her spunk, the challenge in her posture. She crossed her arms, allowing them to push up her breasts. The move drew his attention to her hard nipples. His mouth watered for a taste of them, but it was far too early for that. If he started taking off her clothes, the game would end too fast.
For months, he’d viewed sex as a chore, the two of them going through the motions with very little passion or foreplay. As he looked at her flushed face, as he watched her chest rise and fall with breathless expectation, he wanted to kick his own ass for forgetting how good it could be between them.
“Don’t I have to consent to the breathalyzer?”
He shook his head. “I’m not giving you a choice.” He cupped her face in his hands, pulling her closer. “Are you ready?”
He didn’t give her a chance to respond before placing his lips on hers. He pressed them open, touching his tongue to hers. He couldn’t detect even the faintest hint of wine on her breath. Regardless, he kept kissing her, tasting and breathing her air. Evan didn’t need alcohol. He could get drunk on Annie.
Finally, after several minutes, he forced himself to release her, working overtime to maintain control, to stay in character. “You realize you’re in quite a bit of trouble, Ms. Iser.”
She feigned a contrite smile that didn’t fool him for a minute. “Maybe there’s some way I can convince you to forget all this and let me off with a warning?”
He narrowed his eyes. “Are you attempting to bribe a police officer?”
She reached out to run her hand along his chest, toying suggestively with his badge. “I didn’t say anything about a bribe.”
He moved so quickly she didn’t have time to counter or retreat. Evan turned her toward the car, grasping her wrists and tugging them behind her back. She had just begun to struggle when he slapped on the handcuffs. Then he bent over her, pressing her against the hood of the car, letting her helplessness sink in.
“What did you have in mind?” he murmured in her ear.
He’d taken her off-guard. It took her a few moments to regroup.
“I…” She swallowed heavily when he ground his cock more firmly against her ass. “I…” She paused again. Finally she said, “What do you want?”
Evan chuckled. Annie was rarely at a loss for words. It felt good to shake up the self-assured woman. “I want it all, Ms. Iser. Your total submission. For the entire night.”
“Submission?” Annie repeated the word with the same tone some women used when they mentioned chocolate or wine. She wanted the same thing he did. Badly.
“I’m taking you into custody. You will be punished for every single crime you committed tonight—speeding, failure to yield to a policeman, resisting arrest, drinking and driving, carrying a concealed weapon?—”
“Hey. You never found that,” she argued.
“Oh, don’t worry, Ms. Iser. I’m definitely going to uncover that heat.” Then he finished his list. “And texting while driving. You’ve been a very naughty woman. So do you agree to my demand or should I read you your rights and take you to lockup now?”
Annie bit her lower lip, pretending to consider her options. He was transported back in time, to the days when sex was playful and fun and so goddamn hot, he went to bed most nights with a cock sore from fucking.
“I don’t want to go to jail,” she said at last.
“Then you’re mine.” Evan made sure to evoke as much menace into his voice as he could. He fully intended to test Annie’s limits tonight. He’d lost his way, so overwhelmed by guilt for letting her down that he’d forgotten what they could truly give each other.
They’d let their disappointment and sadness beat them down until they were mere shadows of their former selves. Somewhere along the line, they had relinquished their desires and given up on their relationship. Tonight, he was reclaiming it…and then he would demand even more.
He lifted the hem of her white sundress, pleased to find her wearing his favorite thong. Annie had dressed for the holiday, adding bright red flip-flops to her outfit and tying her hair in a ponytail with a thick blue ribbon adorned with stars. She’d been ready for an evening spent sitting on the sandy beach by the lake. He ran his hand over the bare cheeks of her ass.
“You were driving sixteen miles over the legal limit,” he said as he continued to stroke.
Annie began to move sensually, soaking up his soft touches. Her chest was still pressed to the hood, her hands constrained behind her back. She was truly his captive. There was little she could do to resist his advances. Evan didn’t think she’d realized that yet. But she would. Soon.
“I’m going to punish you for that, Ms. Iser. Now…count.”
He lifted his hand, striking her firmly on the ass. Annie started to rear up, but without the use of her arms, it took very little for him to hold her against the car. They’d experimented with spanking in the past—only a couple of times—but they hadn’t gone much beyond him taking her over his lap and placing a few taps on her bottom before they gave in to the heat of the moment. Tonight was all about practicing restraint—his and hers.
“Evan—” she said with a gasp.
“You will call me Lieutenant . And you will count.”
He spanked her again, his hand landing on the opposite cheek with the same amount of force.
“Two,” Annie said, still struggling to escape.
He cupped one globe of her ass in his hand as he bent over her back. “No. That was one. The count will start over every time you forget.”
She shot him a dirty look over her shoulder and started to protest. Evan didn’t give her the opportunity. He lifted his hand and struck again.
“Two,” she repeated through gritted teeth and with a look that promised retribution.
He wasn’t worried. He knew how to distract her from her anger. He placed three lighter blows on her upper thighs as she counted. Then he caressed her heated skin. Annie sighed at his softer touch. Unable to resist, Evan ran his finger along her slit, amazed by how incredibly wet she was, her thong drenched.
The last few weeks, they had actually started using lubrication during sex. The fact Evan hadn’t considered that abnormal or wrong drove home just how low he’d sunk. He hadn’t been wrong when he’d told Macie he was letting Annie down—he’d just mistaken the reason.
Never again, he vowed silently. He loved this woman and she deserved all his attention and care…in the bedroom as well as out.
Annie opened her legs, silently urging him to touch her more deeply. He resisted the temptation. The punishment wasn’t over yet.
He lifted his hand and struck her harder on her left cheek. The sudden roughness caught Annie unaware and she nearly forgot to count. He was just about to tell her to start over when she quickly said, “Six!”
He repeated the motion a half-dozen more times—varying the placement and strength.
Annie was gasping for breath as she said “thirteen.” He stopped once more. He didn’t even need to touch her to feel the fire radiating from her body. She wasn’t complaining about the pain. Instead, the spanking had morphed into something that was clearly pushing her arousal higher. She quietly pleaded for more. He wondered if she meant for him to continue the spanking or if she wanted a different sort of more.
He shoved the string of her thong aside and pushed two fingers inside her pussy, marveling at the pressure of her inner muscles as they clenched around him. Damn. How good would that heat, those strong contractions feel on his cock?
He thrust shallowly a few times before pulling out.
Annie cursed him loudly, demanding he continue. He silenced her with the final three slaps, letting that action remind her who was in control.
She pressed her forehead against the hood of the car. “Please. I need you.” The words fell out on a whisper. It took all the strength in his body to refuse her. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d brought her to this place, to the moment where she wanted him with such a fierce hunger.
“That’s right, Ms. Iser. I want you to beg me. Plead for me to fuck you.”
The use of her maiden name seemed to draw Annie back into the game, to remind her of where they were and what he wanted from her.
“I won’t beg you, Officer,” she taunted.
God, he loved her. He lifted her from the car, letting her sundress fall back into place. She challenged him with a gaze that said she was ready for more, that she was capable of handling everything he dished out. He couldn’t wait to prove her wrong. He was going to demand more than he’d ever asked for before.
He lifted his hand to her face, cupping her cheek. Then he let his gaze slide down to her lips. He touched them. “Such a pretty mouth.”
She licked her lips. “Evan.”
He placed his finger on her mouth to keep her from saying more, his expression stern. “Before the night is over, you will call me Lieutenant.”
She didn’t deny it with words, but the fire in her eyes let him know she would resist until the bitter end.
He opened the driver’s side door and urged her to sit sideways on the seat. He didn’t miss her slight wince when she landed on her sore bottom. The alpha male he’d kept locked away for too long felt like beating his chest. He was marking this beautiful woman as his. There was something heady about making sure she’d remember this night every time she sat down for the next few days.
His cocky grin must have revealed his pride because she narrowed her eyes in a way that said she’d get her revenge eventually.
Her hands were still cuffed behind her back. Though he wanted to challenge her, to keep her on edge, the part of him that had always stood as her protector came to the forefront. “Are the cuffs too tight? Are they hurting you?”
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 wants 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?”