water from the kitchen.
When he joined her again, she was curled on her side, her eyes closed and her breathing even. The woman had fallen asleep on him again. Oh well, he was going to join her. Again.
Smiling down at her slumbering form, he shifted her on the mattress before climbing in behind her. He pulled the sheet and blanket up over them and wrapped himself around her.
He fucking loved afternoon naps.
Chapter Seven
“I can’t believe I’m in handcuffs again.”
“You’re the one who said you wanted to try it, that you were curious.”
Holli tugged at the unforgiving and unyielding metal around her wrists. “I know, and I am.”
“How do you feel?”
“Good.” She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. “I think I like it. Being your prisoner, unable to escape.”
There was no thinking needed. She loved it, the inability to get free and to walk away from him. She’d never had bondage fantasies, but she liked being in his custody, under his control. The times he’d been over her, holding her down.
She wiggled and tugged and giggled. Who knew that being arrested would open a whole new side of her? She felt free. Free to be a different person. Maybe she’d been this person inside all along and just didn’t know it. No matter, she was there now, exploring and experiencing freely, asking for what she wanted.
“Why are you smiling like that?”
“No reason.”
“Uh-huh. For some reason, Ms. James, I don’t believe you.”
Holli produced the best pout she could. “Oh but Officer Hunky, I’m telling the truth.”
“Are you now? Let’s see about that.”
His large, warm hand smoothed over her butt, sliding from one side to the other, caressing her skin. She moaned, unable to stop the sound. His touch felt so good, and she wanted more.
More she got. In the form of a swat. She arched and twitched her hip to the side, surprised at the sting and the heat…and the desire for more.
“ Holli ? You okay?”
“Yeah. Do that again. Please.” Maybe it was an aberration, just a fluke. Maybe she really didn’t feel anything at all. Maybe she was affronted and offended that he would spank her. Whatever it was, the only way to figure it out was for him to do it again.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Please, Michael. Do it again.”
And he did. On her other cheek. Harder this time. Again she arched, and again she twitched to the side.
She still wanted more.
He slid his hand through her hair and massaged the back of her neck until she dropped her head forward, relaxing into it. His other hand rubbed the sting from the spanks away, which only served to make her want it again. She was horny for it. She was aroused by it.
She’d been aroused and excited before, but this was different. This was, as she’d decided earlier, heated, traveling from the surface of her flesh beneath to flow through her blood. She felt it between her legs, in her clit, up her belly, and into her breasts.
“You still okay?”
“I’ve…I’ve never been spanked before.”
“I won’t do it again. I thought you liked it, but ”
“No, please. I…” She shook her head. “I keep saying please. I’ve never said it so much in my life. I want you to do it again. I like it. At least I think I do.”
The hand caressing her behind dipped down and slid through the lips of her sex. The cool air blew across her soaked center, and his fingers teased and toyed with her until she was ready to beg…for anything.
“I’d say you like it a lot, Ms. James.”
His voice was a whisper against her ear, and she shivered. “I’d have to agree with you, Officer.”
With exaggerated slowness, he removed his fingers, wiping her wetness along her inner thighs. “I want you to move. Wrap your hands around the metal rods you’re cuffed to, just like that, yes. Now walk backward on your knees until your hips are up and your nipples are just touching the sheet. Yes, yes. That’s beautiful.”
She couldn’t remember a
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