Chapter Three
He was wearing that damn dark blue uniform again. But this
time the shirt was unbuttoned, hanging open to show the white T-shirt he had on
underneath it.
He unfastened his black leather belt and slowly slipped it
out of the belt loops. Like he was stripping. He was teasing her! He dropped it
to the floor. He removed the uniform shirt and flung it across the room. The
T-shirt underneath hugged his skin, giving her a preview of what was underneath
it.
He was getting undressed way too slow.
With a yank, the T-shirt was gone too. She waited for him to
grab the front of his pants and pull, like an exotic dancer would with Velcro
pants. One tug and whoosh! Nothing
but leopard-print thong on.
But she was disappointed when that didn’t happen; he just
sat on the corner of the bed and removed his black boots. Like a normal person.
He turned to look at her.
She was naked and waiting on the bed. Her nipples hardened
under his gaze, and she ran her fingers over them, circling. They were
sensitive and begging for his touch. His mouth. His tongue.
She bet he knew just what to do with that tongue.
He stood, the mattress evening out from the lack of his
weight. He faced her with a hungry look. It was like he wanted to eat her.
Well, if he did, she wasn’t going to complain. In fact, she
would be quite accommodating.
She bent her knees and let them fall open, giving him a view
that she hoped he’d never forget.
She sucked on her finger just enough to wet it, then stroked
herself. She spread her lips, showing him just how much she wanted him. She was
ready.
“Officer, I’ve been a bad girl.” She pouted.
“Have you now? What have you done?”
He unfastened his pants and slid them down, kicking them out
of the way, his eyes never leaving her face.
Damn. He was hung.
Her heart beat a little faster.
“Things I can’t even tell you about…”
“Do I need to punish you?”
She nodded her head. The throbbing inside her made her toes
clench.
He sat on the edge of the bed again, but leaned over to pick
something off the floor.
He came back up with metal handcuffs hanging from his right
hand.
A breathless “yes” escaped her.
He climbed over her to straddle her with his long legs.
“Are you going to cooperate?”
Amanda’s voice caught, and she could only nod.
“So, you regret being a bad girl?”
She nodded again, her heart pounding in her throat.
“Put your hands above your head.”
She shimmied down a bit and reached her hands back until they brushed the headboard.
She shimmied down a bit and reached her hands back until they brushed the headboard.
“You’re not going to hurt me, are you, Officer?”
“I would never hurt you, you naughty girl. I’m here to
protect and serve.”
The cuffs were cold as he tightened them around her wrists;
they were threaded through one of the bars on her headboard so she couldn’t
escape.
Not that she’d be a flight risk. She wasn’t planning on
going anywhere.
“How—” She swallowed hard. “How are you going to serve me?”
“I can’t tell you. I need to show you.”
His finger stroked lightly down her neck. She shivered; her
nipples perked to the point of pain. That didn’t go unnoticed. He was a good
officer, so observant. He didn’t miss a thing. She smiled.
Large hands, lightly dusted with dark hair, moved their way
down her shoulders to her breasts. She arched her back in anticipation. She
wasn’t disappointed. His strong fingers plucked at her. Pulled. Twisted. Just
how she wanted. Just how she liked it.
She groaned and thrashed her legs, making the cuffs clank
against the headboard.
Sliding a hand down to her belly, he held her still. He
shifted until he was settled in between her legs.
He stroked the soft, baby skin of her outer pussy with his
fingers, then his tongue.
“You’re so soft and smooth,” he whispered, dipping a finger
inside her. Then a second one. “You are so wet.”
He kissed her swollen clit and then sucked it hard, making
her cry out and thrash around.
Going to his knees, he held his hard length. She wanted him
inside her. Now!
“Are you ready for me?” He stroked his cock slowly. Running
his thumb between her lips, he collected some of her wetness, then rubbed it
over the head of his cock. “I’m ready for you. Can you see how hard I am?”
Amanda barely nodded her head. She could no longer speak.
JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic
romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 started
writing when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage
angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine.
Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up,
was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She
writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
She has a few new releases coming up
in 2016 and 2017. So keep an eye on her website at www.jeannestjames.com or sign up for
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