Chapter twenty-six
Damon, Emma, and Annie's Home, London
Emma
Damon pulls the handcuffs from his back pocket then spins them on his finger. I take two steps backward and turn, diving behind his desk and putting the furniture between us. When I rotate again to face him, he’s watching me with dark eyes and an expression that makes my panties damp.
“Emma Becker,” he says, his tone professional.
“I am arresting you on suspicion of breaking and entering.”
He walks forward and stands on the other side of the desk from me.
“If you come quietly, I will make this as pleasurable as possible for you.”
I giggle, and he raises an eyebrow. “However, if you make my job difficult, I will have to dispense some form of penalty.”
I place my hands on the work surface and lean forward. His eyes drop to my breasts, which swing free. “What sort of penalty?” I whisper, then bite my lip. “Because tonight I don’t feel like conforming to your rules, Chief Constable.”
“That would be ill-advised, Miss Becker. You would force me to use some rough justice.” I step left and he moves with me. My eyes glance at the door—the chances of me getting there without him catching me are slim. “Come quietly now and…”
Before he can finish his sentence, I take off at a run. My attempt to duck past him is successful until I reach the doorway and feel firm hands grab my waist from behind. He pulls me hard to him, my ass connecting with his rock-solid cock.
Strong fingers wrap around my right wrist and pull it behind my back. I’m aware of cool metal being snapped around my skin. He repeats the process with my other arm, and I’m left handcuffed in my shorts with my hands behind my back. He turns me to face him and kisses me softly on the lips.
“Don’t move until I tell you to,” he says, firmly, then walks over to his desk and opens a drawer.
He pulls out a small elastic band and returns to my side, taking my hair between strong fingers and plaiting it masterfully before securing it over my shoulder with the band.
“Emma Becker, you’ve been found guilty of your offense.”
“Which one?” I tease and he smirks.
“Too many to mention.” He places his hand on the small of my back and guides me over to his desk. “But today you’ll pay for your bad behavior.”
“What’s the sentence?”
He leans down so our lips are millimeters from each other. His intense gaze holds mine, and my mouth dries in anticipation.
“Death by orgasm,” he replies. “I’m going to fucking rip you in two.”
I’m standing against the edge of the table, and he places a hand on the back of my head.
“Bend,” he orders, and I comply by leaning forward from the waist, relaxing my knees, and allowing my upper body to rest on the smooth surface.
He stands behind me and massages my ass with firm hands before pulling my shorts and panties down my legs, leaving me naked.
“Spread your legs.” I shuffle slightly on his command.
“Wider, I want to see that pussy of yours exposed and ready for my cock,” he growls.
I take a deliberate step with each foot to widen my stance further. “Perfect, don’t move.”
He walks over to the corner of the room and lifts a freestanding, full-length mirror from its place.
He carries it over and places it adjacent so I can see myself from the side, bent over his desk and handcuffed.
“I’m going to fuck you like this,” he tells me as we look at each other in the mirror.
“You are going to watch me play with that pussy, then sink myself inside while you can’t fucking move.”
“Are you going to use the lube we bought?” I tease. “It hasn’t been utilized yet and seems a waste of money so far, considering you were so keen to make the purchase.”
“Always got something to say, haven’t you? One of these days, I’ll gag you so the only sound you can make is a moan.”
His hands return to my ass, and he massages again, then his thumbs run down the center of my ass crack, sending shivers through my whole body.
“I may even play with your ass. Now stay here until I get some supplies.”
Before he leaves, he comes to my head and bends slightly, placing a kiss on my temple.
“Emma, this is fun, but if you want to stop, tell me.”
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, completely aroused by the situation. “Punish me, Chief Constable. Show me how you like a good girl to behave.”
I watch him leave, still fully dressed. He saunters away into the hallway, and I hear him climb the stairs to the bedrooms.
By the sound of the footsteps above me, I know he has checked on his daughter asleep in her crib before moving to his room.
My focus moves back to the mirror beside me.
My body is folded at a ninety-degree angle, my breasts pushed up against the black desk.
The blonde plait runs down my spine. My hands pulled behind me sit in the arch of my back.
I look like something out of a hookup in a porn movie.
Minutes pass, and there is no sign of Damon. Nerves begin to flutter in my chest. How long is he going to make me wait here? What will he do to me once he returns? The array of options flit through my mind. The sound of a creaking floorboard brings my attention back to the doorway.
Damon stands leaning against the frame, watching me; he’s changed into a pair of loose gray jogging bottoms with no shirt. “Missed me?” he asks casually.
“Barely.”
“Barely?” He strolls over to my side, holding my pink vibrator in his hand. “Not the answer I was hoping for. Does that pussy of yours not want some attention?”
“Unhandcuff me, and I’ll be able to satisfy her myself. Did you go into my room without my permission? That’s stolen property in your hand.”
“Guilty as charged,” he replies smoothly.
“You can arrest me later, but first I want to discipline you.”
One big hand wraps around my plait at the base of my neck, and he pulls gently and lifts my head from the desk.
His face appears in front of me, and big lips lock on to mine, his tongue pushing forward into my mouth possessively, sweeping across and dancing with my tongue.
“You taste like perfection,” he whispers against my lips then kisses me again, softer but so effing domineering as he wraps my plait around his hand.
His lips part from mine, but he maintains his grip on my hair for a moment before relaxing the pressure and letting my head rest once again on the desk.
Thick fingers come to my shoulder, stroking gently over my skin.
They descend slowly over my flesh until arriving at my ass.
I feel him move to stand between my legs, then I hear him place the vibrator down on the surface beside my hip.
There’s the sound of two more items being laid down.
As I lie looking toward the door, I’m faced away from the noise, so I can’t see what they are.
Strong hands settle on either side of my waist, and he pulls me backward, pressing his cock between my butt cheeks.
He’s still dressed, and I feel the soft fabric of his joggers.
“Do you feel that, Spitfire? That’s what you fucking do to me. My dick is weeping to pound you.”
His grip tightens, and he rocks his hips, pushing me harder against the solid surface.
“I bought us something to try,” he says, quietly. “Are you feeling adventurous tonight?”
“You have me bent over your desk with my hands cuffed behind my back,” I reply cheekily. “As far as my sexual experiences go, this is daring, but I’m always game to push my boundaries.”
“Boundary pushing is my specialty. What about this?” he asks, leaning forward and placing a small silver butt plug in front of me. It glints under the soft desk light. There is a pink crystal gem on the small stalk used to hold it. “Ever worn one of these?”
“No,” I reply, nerves vibrating my vocal cords.
“Do you want to try? It can make your orgasm more intense. More pleasurable for both of us.”
“Um…” I look at the inconspicuous item sitting on the work surface. It looks harmless, but the thought of it inside of me while Damon ravishes my body is a new one. “I don’t know, I’ve never…”
“That’s okay, I’ll enjoy showing you how amazing sex can be. I want to make you so fucking happy, Spitfire. I want to watch that pussy of yours explode while I hear you moan my name.”
He runs a single finger down my spine from the base of my neck to my butt.
“If you’re not enjoying something, tell me, and we will stop. I want to know what you like. It’s a fucking turn on knowing I make you feel pleasure. You can trust me.”
“I know,” I whisper. “You’re the first person I’ve trusted in a long time. I want to try what you like.”
“Good girl,” he says, and my pussy clenches.
Fuck, I love it when he calls me that. My independent woman persona flies out the window, and all I want to do is gratify him.
“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good. You’ll orgasm so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow, and we will be wiping your juice up from the floor.”
“Damon,” I whisper, and he comes back to my side. Crouching down so we are eye to eye.
“If you want to stop,” he repeats, his face concerned. “Just say. I want you to want this too.
“It’s not that. I’m on birth control,” I tell him and he cocks an eyebrow, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
“And?” he prompts.
“Well, you don’t need to…” I trail off, embarrassed by what I want to request of him.
“I don’t need to what.” His smile darkens, and he leans in further so his breath tickles my skin.
He doesn’t speak for a few seconds, allowing us to stare at each other.
The room smells of our need and impending sex, our bodies calling to each other for satisfaction.
“Are you telling me you want to be fucked au natural, Spitfire? You want all of me inside you, no barriers.”
“Yes,” I reply, my voice firm but husky. “I want all of you. No condom. Nothing in between us.” He treats me to one final kiss, and I catch his bottom lip naughtily between my teeth as he retreats. He all but growls, his eyes darkening with need.
“Look in the mirror and watch me take what’s mine,” he snarls. “You’ll stay in this position until I say otherwise. For now, you’re mine to do with as I want and by the end of tonight, you will have no doubt who you fucking belong to.”