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  "Sure thing," Luke said. "See 'ya." With a wave goodbye, she tried to will her body from shaking as she walked out the door behind Erik.

  He had decided to tell her that he was the new police chief. Unfortunately, judging by Officer Blanchez's reaction to him, Erik could tell Liz was freaking out a little. He didn't blame her. She stopped beside a Prius and reached for the door. Her hand was shaking.

  "Before we go, please relax. I want you to know, while you're with me, you're not in any danger. In fact," he rushed to put her at ease, "you're looking at the new Chief of Police. I was transferred due to suspected corruption which I've just seen firsthand and Luke confirmed."

  She gaped at him, then shook her head. He watched emotions—ranging from relief to disbelief—cross her face, and then she frowned. "No fucking way. Do you have proof?"

  "Walk with me over to my Jeep, and I'll show you my transfer papers."

  Within a few minutes, she was reading them, while he was on the phone reporting what Luke had told him to his superiors. When he ended the call, he asked, "Where do you live?"

  "Why?" she couldn't help but wonder, is this all an act or is he really going to tackle this town's corruption?

  "After what happened here today, I don't like the thought of you being alone. Also, there's that unfinished business. We're adult, single, and you have my complete attention."

  Liz wasn't used to moving this fast, but she'd never had a man rattle her submissive side like him. She threw caution to the wind and said, "Follow me."

  ***

  She didn't live far from her shop. Instead of pulling into her garage, she motioned for him to do so. Stepping out of his Jeep, he was in full Dom mode. His intensified power alone was a raw and heady presence, but mixed with danger, it zapped her strength in mid-stride. He closed the short distance, picked her up, and turned to align her ass with the edge of the Jeep's hood.

  Liz managed to hook her legs on either side of his hips. His hands grabbed her ankles and brought them together in front of him, which forced her torso backward. Her skirt pooled around her hips, as he slid his fingers under her panties and jerked. The ruined lace sailed through the air over his shoulder. The same two fingers came back to glide from her clit downward to dip into her.

  "Nice and wet, like I knew you'd be."

  Trying to use her shoulders against the hood for leverage to scoot her hips down and force his fingers inside her didn't work, but not for her lack of trying. He cupped her pussy and said, "I'm in charge of your pleasure. Understand?"

  "Yes." She tried to control her body's reaction, but his hot hand was pressing in just the right spot to make her lose control. When her hips lifted, pressing her pussy harder against his hand, he lifted his palm and brought his fingers back down in a hard tap against her clit.

  Even as she gasped and tried to roll sideways, he spread her legs wide and said each word slowly and deliberately, "I am in charge of your pleasure."

  "Yes," she whimpered.

  His hand slid down her leg, fingers thrusting into her to finger fuck her hard enough to scoot her body a couple of inches across his Jeep's hood. Her pussy tightened around his fingers until he rapidly withdrew them only to slide them into her ass. His thumb thrust into her pussy to massage and tug the thin skin of her taint.

  Liz heard herself babbling and panting and tried to form clear words, but her mind wouldn't cooperate. Her need for him to wreck her in every way overrode all reason. She was blissfully unaware when the heel he had released hooked over the edge of the Jeep.

  All activity suddenly disappeared, leaving her mind confused and sending her throbbing body into a desperate uncontrollable twist.

  "What—"

  He easily pulled her small form into his arms. "Your pleasure depends on how good you listen." One hand went from cupping her bare ass to a sharp slap, then a hard squeeze to her ass cheek.

  "Oh shit. Erik, please finish!"

  "No. Did you not understand that I am in charge of your pleasure?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Which means I will deny you and build that pleasure until you think you'll go crazy. And then I'll shatter you when you least expect it."

  "You'd deny—oh God, please don't deny me." Her thoughts were already leaping to how his cock filling her would feel, deepening her throb so badly that she couldn't fight the urge to squirm.

  He bit her neck and whispered over the mark, "You see how hot you're getting, Liz? I bet you're imagining how I might taste. Tell you what, I'll put you down and, if you can open your door by the time I count to three, I'll let you taste me."

  What he didn't know was this lock was broken. A sun room with another door to her home was located on the other side. Should she tell him? No! She wanted that taste.

  The minute her feet hit the floor, he said, "One."

  She'd already spun around and turned the knob. The door swung silently open.

  He looked from the door to her, and a grin spread over his face. "My bad. You win this one." He motioned toward the door and entered after her.

  She was nowhere near as calm as him, but at least she could string a sentence together. "Should I call you Sir?"

  "No. I have enough of that at work." He glanced at her, and noticed she averted her eyes. "I like watching your eyes so don't avoid looking at me. You can also call me by name."

  "So denying subs is your thing?"

  "Denying you makes everything hotter because your desire is magnified. Everyone wants what they can't have. The more you need the release I can only give, the wilder the journey to the end will be. Like I said, I'm in charge of your pleasure by building your need, which in turn, is what's in control."

  She shivered and he grinned. "Your mind's already at work. So, when I tell you that you can't cum unless I order you to, your body will be so much more ready to cum all the damn time. I may take hours spanking your clit, tongue-fucking your cunt, sliding my cock into your throat, but demand that you not touch me." He took a step toward her. "And if I were to finger fuck you right now, I'd shatter your soul."

  "Oh God, you have the most wicked way with words."

  "Damn straight. Shower with me. I want to see the water running over that gorgeous body."

  She left a trail of clothes for him to follow. He soaped her thoroughly and after she was rinsed, he pinned her to the tile wall and tasted every inch of her but refused to let her climax. With mind and body in a sensual turmoil, she begged for him to do any damn thing he pleased.

  "I already have that right, sweetie. Now, as promised, you can taste or do anything you want to me. But don't cum until I tell you."

  She fell to her knees, already panting and afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself.

  At first, he teased her with quick short thrusts into her mouth. When her tongue and teeth went full frenzy, he pushed her back to the floor by riding her down with his cock never leaving her mouth.

  "Spread your legs," he commanded. Her ass lifted off the floor involuntarily with every slow thrust into her mouth. Liz was on the edge, he knew, so he slid his hand over her pussy and cupped her, pressing his palm into her clit and dipping his fingers in and out of her slit.

  "Give me your cum, sweetie," was all he had to say and could feel her explosive climax at his fingertips while her mouth went wild on his cock.

  He clamped down on his own need and pulled out of her mouth. Seconds later, his cell phone began to ring. He quickly found his pants and answered it.

  Liz rolled to the side, fighting the after-sex daze and lethargy, as she tried to understand the conversation based from only his side. After a series of Erik agreeing with the caller, he hit the end button.

  "Get dressed. You'll be safer at my house."

  He pulled his pants on, but stopped when she asked, "Safer? Why? What happened?"

  "Rick's brother and two other cops have been summoned for questioning. Rick's pissed and now seeking revenge. Knowing his type, and this is not meant to disrespect you, but he'll go after the weakest link."

  "And that would be me," she said, letting a deep breath out on a heavy sigh.

  "Correct. In this small town, he has to know where you live," he said as she pulled her skirt on and fought to zip it. Erik stepped behind her to help. Their close proximity made him want to throw her down and fuck her for the rest of the day.

  She leaned into him and asked, "Has anyone from your work ever found out that you're a Dom?"

  He chuckled and told her, "Sweetie, half the force in Cleveland had some type of party planned on their days off, even when they were on call. Some were members of elite BDSM clubs. Why do you ask?"

  "Oh…um, I was afraid being over at your place might raise suspicion. What if someone you work with in Delphos finds out? The people in this town aren't as open-minded as Cleveland. They would use it against you."

  "Let me worry about that. How many subs do you know around here?"

  "There's four that I know of," she answered, opening her fridge to take any perishables with them, "and three extra who are interested but hesitant because the Doms around here don't know what they're doing."

  "What do you mean?" he asked, looking over her shoulder into the fridge.

  "The two claiming to be Doms are more about bullying and violence. One clings to the title to cover up an attempted rape, insisting that the woman was into force play. You saw today why she's too scared to go to the police." She shoved a few packages of chicken and pork chops into a bag, then grabbed her purse.

  On the way out, he vowed to clean up this damn town, and calculated how many men he'd need to pull in from Cleveland. As they climbed back into his Jeep, he said, "Lock this door to the garage from now on."

  ***

  It was Sunday night, and Liz had spent the last two days alone at his
house. He'd made her promise him that she wouldn't return to her home. Ever since he'd left, they had texted and emailed each other. Staying at his place felt odd after she'd relied on herself for so long, but they'd discovered so much in common—ranging from their opinion on surprises to similar likes regarding foods—that she'd agreed to give a Dom/sub relationship a try with him.

  Earlier Erik had called to let her know that he'd be home, but not to wait up for him. He'd been at the airport but didn't explain why he'd been summoned to Chicago. Liz changed into one of Erik's t-shirts, which was longer than most of her dresses, and snuggled into his king-size bed.

  Erik had planned his flight so that he'd get back into Ohio after midnight which was the earliest they had available. The situation suited him perfectly. Three officers had been arrested on federal charges when they'd been caught traveling over the state line with an intent to sex-traffic. The idiots had even turned their police sirens and lights on as if screaming for the FBI to swoop in and crush their plan.

  Rick had tried to break into Liz's house, no doubt because her car was still in the driveway. He'd denied premeditated murder was on his agenda, yet they'd confiscated a written plan for torture, a range of hardcore items, a ski mask, and a bottle of sleeping pills. Several other officers had agreed to cooperate for lesser sentencing, all pointing fingers at their three co-workers, Rick, a few politicians, and the prior police chief.

  While away, Erik had talked with several officers he'd previously worked with in Cleveland, two of which had relocated to Chicago and were ready to help in an area with less crime. After Cleveland and Chicago, Delphos sounded like heaven to them. They were thrilled over the submissives, but hearing about the fake Dom's attempted rape and corruption in the force motivated them as he'd suspected it would. He imagined the next week would be filled with paperwork on their ends and his.

  At around one in the morning, Erik pulled into his home and grabbed two duffel bags from the back seat. One held his travel essentials and the other held enough play gear to drive Liz crazy. He quietly opened and closed his front door, then paused to listen. Carefully, he placed his essentials on the sofa for now, prepared a few items in his gear bag, and sneaked past his kitchen and down a short hall. He stopped at his bedroom door and listened again. Liz's faint snores were all he heard.

  She'd made a few of her fantasies involving him clear through email. Erik planned to fulfill one of those tonight if he didn't wake her up. Removing his plush handcuffs and nipple clamps, he slipped into the room and crept up to the bed. According to her, a freight train couldn't wake her up, but he still barely made a sound until the handcuff clicked around her wrist. He stretched her arm and fastened the cuff to the ornate head of his bed. She gave no signals of disturbance, so he was less cautious with securing her left wrist. He made quick time with her ankles. Stretched spread-eagle on his bed with her pussy peeking out from under the sheet, his cock was instantly overjoyed at her lack of panties.

  Next, he picked up the pair of nipple clamps with a chain dangling in the middle. Other than a couple of twitches when the chain tickled her, she didn't budge or wake up. A couple of tugs produced a whimper, but she still slept. As a further test, he coughed. Still nothing. He coughed louder. Damn, she was conked.

  Would she wake up if he fucked her? He spotted the whip and a small flexible paddle with a soft flat head meant for a delightful round of fun with her clit or nipples…or both. That was a sure-fire way to wake her. He'd never used the flexible paddle, but the site where he'd purchased it had rave reviews.

  Already achingly hard, he stripped his clothing off and eased onto the bed. Tossing off the sheet, he rubbed his stubbled chin up her inner thigh.

  She muttered something he could have sworn was his name, but she didn't wake up. Before things went further, he grabbed a condom and slid it on himself before lifting the soft paddle out of his bag. He couldn't resist another long whiff of her feminine scent. His chin grazed up her other leg and, this time, he raked his nose over her clit before slapping the paddle down on it. She gasped and jerked, then shrieked before he raised up a little and told her, "Good morning. Damn, you are a heavy sleeper."

  "Erik!" Her arm lifted but hung, stopped by the cuff, and she gasped and looked to her left, then her right. "Oh."

  She used the cuffs as leverage to lift her ass a little from his sheets for the most sexy side-to-side wiggle against him. Erik didn't think she was aware of how gorgeous she looked; all sleepy eyed, with her hair messy and wearing nothing but his t-shirt and a little welcome smile. And, damn but he could get used to her looking at him like he was a god.

  Liz was thinking something similar; that all his stubble looked sexy as fuck and felt even better on her clit. She loved the way his muscles bulged as he leaned his tall and so-damn-hot naked frame slightly over her.

  "Please rub me with your stubble," she purred, which confirmed her suspicions when the paddle slapped her clit again. He'd told her not to forget who was in charge of her pleasure or that he'd remind her. And she was relying on him to do just that.

  "God, I want to feel your tongue on me."

  "Nice," he said, "but I'm onto you." He caught the chain between her nipples in his teeth and spanked her clit with his bare hand until she was panting and trying to squirm. He couldn't wait any longer to fuck her, though. Dropping the chain from his mouth and without further warning, he thrust his cock deeply into her. Again. And again. Then, harder and faster. Until his cock was ready to burst.

  "Oh hell, sweetie, you're virgin-tight!"

  Her cute little mouth was frozen in an O which was framing a high-pitched "oh" with every thrust.

  "Let's tighten you even more, sweetie."

  He stopped deep inside her and slowly bumped while releasing her nipples from the clamps. Using his teeth and tongue on each nipple, he ground his cock deep inside her until she was squealing that "oh" and shaking beneath him. Only then did he wedge his hand between them and pinch her clit.

  "Come for me, sweetie. Squeeze my cock dry."

  She screamed his name and pulsed around him so hard, he growled, "Fuck, Liz!"

  Pulling out, he was half-convinced the condom would be shredded, but it was still intact. He tossed it, and while uncuffing her, he asked, "How do you manage to stay so damn tight?"

  "How did you manage to get so damn big?" she asked, and, when he looked at her, she was pointing at him. "Not that I'm complaining or anything."

  "Come here," he ordered. She crawled slowly over the bed to him and wrapped her fingers around his cock. "I like seeing your expressions and hear you squeal with every thrust."

  "Want to make some coffee, so you can make me squeal all night?"

  He grinned but slowly shook his head. "Since this town's police force has just been reduced, I'm officially the new chief of police starting tomorrow instead of next week. I need you to get together with those ladies you told me about and let them know we have some new Doms coming to town." When she giggled, he asked, "What?"

  "Stacy and a couple of the ones who are interested in becoming subs have a thing for cops. They're going to lose their shit when I tell them."

  His grin widened. "Start planning a play party and see if they want to watch some action." The thought of Liz tied face down, so he could redden her ass cheeks while newbie subs watched made him rock hard again.

  "Looks like you're wide awake again," she observed.

  "Bend over," he ordered her, "and let's create some more squeals."

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