At Your Service: Tammer (6 page)

Then the kitten in her grew restless and she taunted him with a lazy smile which begged the question if that was all Tammer had to give her. He pulled the crop down her middle, drew back and slapped her clit which elicited a scowl and a groan.

“No more of this foolishness,” Tammer demanded, setting the crop to the outsides of her thighs, leaving red patches with every strike. “You’ll stop giving those dirty little buggers your clothing money.”

“Please, Lord Weston,” Nina begged.

“Please, what?” Reaching behind her, Tammer applied a few stinging swats to her hips.

“Please, Sir, I need to come.”

“Then do it,” he said, flipping his crop around and running the dull end between her legs. He pulled it back to find it glistening and held it to her lips. “Lick.”

Nina darted her tongue out and curled it around the handle of the crop, swiping her arousal into her mouth and swallowing. Tammer’s cock swelled and strained against his leathers and had he not wanted to give her the relief she’d been denied so long, he’d have cut her down immediately, bent her over, and taken her without relent.

“You’re a nasty little thing, aren’t you,” he accused, flipping the crop again then landing the wide end between her legs once more.

Inhaling sharply, Nina nodded and rubbed her thighs together.

“Stop that.” Tammer clipped her nipples again. “Open up. I own your orgasms and don’t you forget it. Ever.”

She spread her legs and whimpered. “Please, my Lord, please.”

With a few severe blows to her engorged tissue, Nina’s back bowed and she grasped her bindings as she shook and screamed through her release. When she went lax, a few tears trickling down her cheeks as Tammer threw his crop down and approached her. He cupped her cheek with a palm, swiped a tear away with his thumb then touched his forehead to hers.

Something inside him ached in a way he’d never experienced and he knew he had to hide that gray crayon along with his hard on. If he ever sank it inside her, he’d be finished.

“Let’s get you down,” he whispered, finding his knife then cutting the rope around her wrists. “You’re beautiful. You pleased me very much.”

Chapter Seven

“You didn’t come,” Nina whispered, reaching behind her and running her palm along Tammer’s erection.

“If I’d wanted to, believe me, I would have,” Tammer said, draping her arm back across her waist and kissing her temple.

Although he realized he had to keep his distance from this woman and watch the line very carefully or tell Joel, who was depending on him, he’d have to find someone else to service Nina. There was no way he’d keep so great a distance he neglected to give her the whole package. He’d been lying on his side with her curled into his frame for the last half-hour watching her sleep, his dick aching and refusing to stand down.

“Why don’t you want to?” she asked, putting her hands underneath her cheek, staring out across the room.

“Trust me, it’s not because I’m not attracted to you,” Tammer assured her, running the backs of his fingers down her cheek. “But this isn’t about me, it’s about you.” Lie, lie, lie. How good he could be at it when the situation required it. “I’m here to take care of you, not me.”

“But what if I what I want is for you to come?”

Tammer had to grit his teeth and take a controlled breath. She sure wasn’t going to make it easy to toe that line. “We’ll worry about me coming next time,” he said, running his thumb over her lips. “I’m sure these will look very pretty wrapped around my dick.”

“Are you hungry?” she asked over a yawn, turning and draping a leg over his. “If you won’t let me take care of that.” With sure fingers, she teased Tammer through the supple leather bulging around him. “How about I fix you something to eat? I know my hamburger wore off a long time ago and if I’m hungry, you’re probably starved. You did do all the work after all.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to order a pizza?”

“Probably, but I’d rather cook for you. You like breakfast?” Nina rolled and swung her legs out, her feet hitting the floor. “I’m in the mood for breakfast. Don’t go anywhere. And Lord Weston,” she said, turning back from the door. “If you get naked and comfortable, I promise not to force you into coming or anything. This time.” She smiled and disappeared.

A half hour later, they sat in the middle of the bed with a breakfast tray holding a plate of simple scrambled eggs, toast, and some fruit with the late show playing on the TV across the room.

“Have you always been into playing dress up?” Tammer asked as he reached out and swiped Nina’s bottom lip with his finger then licked the strawberry jelly he retrieved off.

“You know what?” Setting her fork on the edge of the plate, Nina crossed her legs under her, put her elbows on her knees, and clasped her hands between her thighs. “You’ve been asking me questions all day, not to mention all the things Joel told you about me. I trust you because Joel trusts you, but I don’t know much about you. Am I allowed to ask any questions? Or are all things Tammer J. Weston off limits?”

“Ask away. What do you want to know?” he said, taking a drink of juice.

“I’m assuming you’re not married. Have you ever been married?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I wouldn’t be good at it.”

Nina huffed. “What the hell makes you think that? You just spent hours shopping with me and spending perfectly good money on a two hundred year old relic which is now good for nothing more than a dust rag. Not good at it? What’s your definition of good?”

Tammer almost spewed out being a good husband meant being there for the person he loved more than a few days a year, but realized that sounded condescending and bit the words back. What the hell did he really know about the merits of husbandry anyway?

“What’s your definition?” There, it was back in her court.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Nina said, picking up her toast and taking an enormous bite. “No fair. My turn to ask questions.”

“Then ask another one.”

“Fine. Do you have any kids?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Do you like clams?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like to read? Go to the movies? Can you ski?”

“What is this, the Spanish Inquisition?” Tammer asked, shaking his head. “Damn. Yes, I like to read. Mostly survival information you probably wouldn’t give two shits about and yes, I like to go to the movies. I was forced to ski in mountain warfare training and broke my ankle. I’ve never done it for fun.”

“Speak any foreign languages?”

“
Si, ano, oui, ja, vai
.”

“Smart ass,” she said, swatting him on the arm. “Favorite color.”

“On a woman or on me?” He stretched his legs out and crossed his ankles, popping a grape into his mouth.

“Both.”

“Depends on the woman and if it fits me, color really isn’t relevant.”

“God you’re difficult. What about on me?”

“Well, that funky blue really looked good on you. Have anything purple you can wear next time?” Tammer said, holding back from telling her what he really thought, that she looked damn fine naked and the only color she needed was more of the cherry red left behind from her cropping.

“I’ll have to introduce you to my closet. How many missions did you go on with Joel before you decided to call the Corps quits?” she asked, shoveling a forkful of eggs into her mouth.

“A half dozen or so,” Tammer said before he could stop the words from flying off his tongue. He sighed and threw his head back against the pillow. “Where did you learn your interrogation techniques, defiance? You weren’t supposed to know that.”

“What else am I not supposed to know?”

“That’s it.”

“Do you really work for this
At Your Service
business?” Nina asked, unfurling her legs and laying back.

“Yes, I really do,” Tammer admitted.

“Okay.” She seemed satisfied and tucked her hands behind her head. “Want to watch a movie? I’m not really into this show.”

That was it? That quickly she’d accepted his simple answers and moved on? What woman was this easy to get along with?

“Don’t you want to know why Joel thought it was best if you didn’t know we knew each other?” Tammer asked, picking up the remote from the nightstand on his side of the bed and handing it to her.

“No. If he thought it was best, he had a reason. I won’t tell him you told.”

A few hours later, Tammer awoke to the feel of tongue and lips running the length of his dick. With the latest romantic comedy to go directly to DVD running in the background, he stretched his arms over his head and looked down to find Nina on her knees beside him, mischief dancing in her eyes as she went down fully on him again.

“I said we’d worry about me next time,” he mumbled, sucking in a breath when she held him in her throat.

Giggling, she pulled off him and kissed the head. “It’s three in the morning. New day,” she explained. “Technically, this is next time.” With one long, leisurely swipe up, she took him in her mouth again.

Tammer decided arguing with her wasn’t worth it when she felt so damn good wrapped around him. Letting her win this one, he reached down and wound her hair around his fist. His body won its fight, too, when he tried to hold back as long as possible, but failed and his release flew up his dick and coated the back of Nina’s throat.

After she pulled away from him, she crawled up the bed and wrapped her body around his, resting her head on his chest.

“Don’t get too cozy there, I’m going to have to go,” he said, struggling against the urge to shut his eyes again.

“Please stay,” she mumbled, scooting closer and tugging the blanket up around them. “Feels so good.”

“You know the rules, defiance. I have to go before the sun comes up.”

“That’s still hours away. Please don’t go yet.”

Against his better judgment, Tammer turned and wound his arms around her, laid his head above hers, and closed his eyes. “If I oversleep, Joel will kill me.”

“Won’t let him,” she sighed.

Chapter Eight

Nina didn’t see or hear from Tammer for three days after he crawled out of her bed just minutes before dark turned to day, dressed, kissed her on the forehead, and disappeared like a shadow. It left her wondering if she’d dreamed him a few hours later when she woke up cold and alone. By Wednesday evening, she finally got tired of trying to figure out if she’d done something wrong and dialed his number. By the fourth ring, she’d talked herself out of the whole notion of calling to begin with and started to hang up when he picked up.

“Hello,” he said, clearly breathless, leaving Nina to ponder what she’d interrupted.

She was so stupid. He worked for an escort service. The most likely reason she’d not heard from him should have been obvious. No telling how many of her he had to take care of in a week.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have bothered you,” she said and pressed end before he had a chance to say anything else.

She was pacing with her hand on her forehead feeling like an angst-ridden teenager when her phone rang back and
Sir Ass
flashed across the caller ID.

“What the hell?” Tammer sounded like he was attempting to catch his breath. “It’s not easy answering this thing while I run,” he gasped. “The least you could do is tell me what you want before you slam the damn thing down in my ear and I have to stop to dial back.”

“Running?” Nina asked, leaning over and laying her head on the kitchen counter. “That’s what you’re doing?”

“Yeah. Running. What did you think I was doing?”

“Don’t ask.”

“Defiance?” he demanded.

“I thought maybe I’d interrupted you…you know…with another client,” she admitted, tapping her forehead against the chilly surface a couple of times. “Did I do something to make you mad?”

“For your information, I only take one client at a time. Until further notice, you’re her,” Tammer said, taking a deep breath. “And what would make you think you did anything to piss me off?”

“Well, I haven’t heard from you since you just sort of vanished the other morning. And I wasn’t sure, well, we never discussed who’s supposed to call who first or any of that stuff. So did I do something wrong?”

“No, Nina, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve just had a busy week, but I should have called to check on you before now. I’m sorry. Is that the only reason you called or is there more?”

“Not exactly. I was thinking, maybe.” Nina stood back up and wondered if contacting Tammer was against the rules. Joel had spelled out three, but this almost seemed like she was asking him out on a date. And they weren’t dating. “Would you like to come over for dinner?” she blurted before she analyzed the situation further and backed out.

“Sure. What time?”

Nina was speechless for a minute. That was a lot easier than she’d built it up to be. “Sixish? I have to finish writing a speech and I’ve set my alarm to stop working at five.”

“Wait, let me absorb that for a second,” Tammer teased. “You’re actually knocking off early? What gives, defiance?”

“You told me I had to while we were shopping Saturday, remember? And Joel said you’re in charge. And now that we’ve had a bit of negotiating I recognize your authority. That means I do what you tell me to even if I’d rather blow you off and not admit I disobeyed. Like I have been.” Nina wanted to go the corner and put her nose in it like an unruly child. “With My Liege. No wonder he thinks I need a sitter.”

“I’m not a sitter,” Tammer insisted. “What’s for dinner, anyway?”

“Bologna sandwiches if I don’t go get busy,” she said, hurrying to the freezer and discovering she’d have to squeeze in a trip to the market if she intended to fix something higher brow that tater tot casserole. “What do you like?”

“I like what you fix. I don’t get many invites so I refuse to be choosy.”

“Okay then. Remember you said that.”

“I have to go. See you this evening.”

She contemplated his answer and almost took out the single pound of ground beef then changed her mind, eyed the tater tot bag with a layer of ice encrusting it, and decided it was time to go grocery shopping. Senator McCarthy’s speech would just have to wait.